The Old Parade Lyrics

So I wept

As I sat there drinking

The church bells ringing

The rain was singing in a way

Then I crept

Down those streets of sorrow

With pain I'd borrowed

From a writer playing games with his heart

Alone in the dark

The times we would dance

To a jukebox left stranded outside the old parade

Those times they don't last

In a torn photograph

Your memory will live on the walls of the old parade

Then I saw

Your ghost-like figure

In the bathroom mirror

The kids doing lines in the back

By the door

With a pint of bitter

This nervous singer

Sings lines that take me away

Alone in the dark

The times we would dance

To a jukebox left stranded outside the old parade

Those times they don't last

In a torn photograph

Your memory will live on the walls of the old parade