Weekend Parade

Played at Arlanpalooza

Kiss me at the end of our days.
Boarded for that final train.
It'll take us home where
The leaves are all changing.

The people smile at us and they wave.
Reminds me of that weekend parade.
How pretty you looked
At the bottom of dunk tanks.

Such fickle friends they're proving to be.
When we depart then they'll just get up and leave.
Forgetting memories.
Burning pictures they have of me.

I had a dream you were dressed in a gown
and the tassel in your eye blocked me out.
But I know that you'll stay
I don't know if you'll stay.

Kiss me at the end of our days.
I'm so happy that it ended this way.
I mean I'm with you.

I'm sorry I'm with you,
I'm so sorry I'm with you.