No Parade

A gentle rain The sound of a train A crowd is forming I turn around and walk away Cross the platform Feeling forlorn Clouds are forming Like me the morning moves on Silence the alerts I've spoken my last word No forwarding address This is what you get No fanfare, no parade A decision has been made No excuses, no regrets This is what you get The sound of a phone Ringing out in the night There's no one to answer Looks like I'll be up 'til it dies And if I survive I'll start a new life Throw out all the mirrors Reminders of what I can change Silence the alerts I've spoken my last word No forwarding address This is what you get No fanfare, no parade A decision has been made No excuses, no regrets This is what you get Silence the alerts No forwarding address No fanfare, no parade No excuses, no regrets This is what you get