End of the Night Parade

The smell of the black n white hair pomade The crack of the needle as the record fades The shaky late night serenade The end of the night parade The photographs and the diaries fade The memory has over played The women who came and went, or stayed For the end of the night parade The lonely pantomime displayed The subtle wit of a hand grenade But still the actors played their game At the end of the night parade Black eyed angels in the pre dawn shade Hiding behind all the plans we made Buying and selling as the markets trade The end of the night parade