trip [the parade song]

I'm just waiting for you to walk by like some kind of parade
you could be up on that float, throwing candy & waves in my direction
I could pick up the confetti of your hair off the concrete, next to the manure
[if I didn't think for sure that would be surrendering too soon]
you know I gave up at a brush of the lip,

hip, trip me on a wire
on a crease of your skin
i could sing to the rhythm of your breath
till the sun rose in the morning

let's see how far we can get with these painted festivities
we could hide away in the paper mâche all the way back to boston
picture that dear, you & I rolling down the street
to the rhythm of the horse hooves and the cheers [a vacation worth millions]
but you know, I think I'd take it just for one brush of the lip,

hip, trip me on a wire
on a crease of your skin
i could sing to the rhythm of your breath
till the sun rose in the morning

and I get a bit worried when the rain starts to pour down like this
all those people, they'll have to go on home and how will we ever get back
without our big swan float to glide on down the street in
well baby, I have faith in our four bare feet & the clouds...

but what if you never turn around to see that I am stuck by the bedside of the road
what if you can't see that I'm wedged between the clowns & painted gold
what if I drown in the sea of your smile, all the sequins, all the show
but what if you do know me

and I'm burrowed in this stained skin quilt & I realise that sometimes
I just forget how to breathe
so please just leave me a note before you go in the morning my dear, if that's clear
or you could just wake me if you please with an itty bitty brush of the lip,