The Marching Band

Down the street there's a marching band Next to me there's a clarinet I hold on like a beat to the drum I laugh along Will I laugh along? So don't go cold on me, me So don't go old on me, me In the street there's a lullaby A thousand people sing as one tonight On the pavement all the girls look so young And all the boys lookin' like their father's son Maybe they'll go cold on me, me Maybe they've grown old on me, me And in the air the birds flew by The red sky, I think I'll cry tonight I feel heard (Ha, ha, ha, ha) I laugh and cry So before you go Tell me what word that I don't know Before the curtains close Tell the band to play a song that I don't know And we can dance as the light glows, to and fro