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