[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
Let's touch base whichever pace you're fit to drive:
Home is A. a place you go to wake up when you die
B. a beating, C. a greeting, D. it's deep inside
So seize the time for reasons like "must be my sinuses,"
Or I'm just seeing signs like plus and minuses
Divide my pride and I might get ahead
Instead, I liken this to bed when I'm rising out of bed
If I'm obliged to be condensed to lines I'm writing on this page
Please forgive me - it's my age
Is it I'm chicken, or my leg ain't walking straight along this egg?
Not falling on a reg-ular basis, just sev-eral occasions I've let be abrasive
So whe-ther I make it, or let some replacement, is yet
To be da-ted and pressed with a la-bel, and set at the ta-ble for break-fast
So thank you . . . I guess
To my folks, to us both, to our hopes and regrets
Kept afloat by a net full of quotes I collect
When all that's left of me, you see, is a portrait on these steps
Of course, there's more to read, just seems this portion is subject
To summary each porch we sweep from underneath the bench-swing
At your convenience, may I please suggest we
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Take the...
Bowden Acres Parade
Marching with my band!
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
See, I done came from the pavement
Left on a spaceship flight to the next club stage where I'm paid club soda
Sort of lame, but it may just weigh out the same as the days on your paystub
When you wake up
One morning with some grays in your haircut with the tape-up
And the tape's up, so the tape's up in the case shut, but .
We'll run it back to crack up and laugh where the sadness happens in a napkin so
What we took for granted isn't packaged and stamped as baggage, and
Attached as though
We can manage on that end
And as for when that ends, imagine we'll pass that road when we have to
And that's when I ask you to have you some black boots to pack you and go
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
Linger on here if you want
Should you need someone to want
It ain't nothing, but my fault
Can I be that thing that you lead on
When you think that you'll leave?
If ever it turns for the worst with me
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Take the...
Bowden Acres Parade
Marching with my band!
[Hook 2: Rob Roy]
We'll show you how to love
We'll show you how to love somebody
Let's touch base whichever pace you're fit to drive:
Home is A. a place you go to wake up when you die
B. a beating, C. a greeting, D. it's deep inside
So seize the time for reasons like "must be my sinuses,"
Or I'm just seeing signs like plus and minuses
Divide my pride and I might get ahead
Instead, I liken this to bed when I'm rising out of bed
If I'm obliged to be condensed to lines I'm writing on this page
Please forgive me - it's my age
Is it I'm chicken, or my leg ain't walking straight along this egg?
Not falling on a reg-ular basis, just sev-eral occasions I've let be abrasive
So whe-ther I make it, or let some replacement, is yet
To be da-ted and pressed with a la-bel, and set at the ta-ble for break-fast
So thank you . . . I guess
To my folks, to us both, to our hopes and regrets
Kept afloat by a net full of quotes I collect
When all that's left of me, you see, is a portrait on these steps
Of course, there's more to read, just seems this portion is subject
To summary each porch we sweep from underneath the bench-swing
At your convenience, may I please suggest we
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Take the...
Bowden Acres Parade
Marching with my band!
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
See, I done came from the pavement
Left on a spaceship flight to the next club stage where I'm paid club soda
Sort of lame, but it may just weigh out the same as the days on your paystub
When you wake up
One morning with some grays in your haircut with the tape-up
And the tape's up, so the tape's up in the case shut, but .
We'll run it back to crack up and laugh where the sadness happens in a napkin so
What we took for granted isn't packaged and stamped as baggage, and
Attached as though
We can manage on that end
And as for when that ends, imagine we'll pass that road when we have to
And that's when I ask you to have you some black boots to pack you and go
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
Linger on here if you want
Should you need someone to want
It ain't nothing, but my fault
Can I be that thing that you lead on
When you think that you'll leave?
If ever it turns for the worst with me
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Take the...
Bowden Acres Parade
Marching with my band!
[Hook 2: Rob Roy]
We'll show you how to love
We'll show you how to love somebody
( Rob Roy )
www.ChordsAZ.com