The Keys
Matt Duncan
3:38Saturday, there's a parade for the forgotten names And there's no telling when it's gonna stop Spent a number of years talking shit, drinking beer Now the flag's looking me over like a cop You always sparkle in fall You ain't so pretty And I ain't climbing at all in Inwood City There's something wrong with it all It's such a pity There's something wrong with it all Every day is a parade of I forget their names We were friends, we shared a lot of loose talk Forgot the ghosts on the road who still headed for the coast To carve their name into a piece of rock You always sparkle in fall You ain't so pretty And I ain't climbing at all in Inwood City There's something wrong with it all It's such a pity There's something wrong with it all You always sparkle in fall You ain't so pretty And I ain't climbing at all in Inwood City There's something wrong with it all It's such a pity There's something wrong with it all Yeah There's something wrong with it all There's something wrong with it all There's something wrong with it all There's something wrong with it all Yeah Oh, Saturday, there's a parade for the forgotten names And there's no telling when it's gonna stop