The March

I’ll be alone again
When the clock strikes ten
Then I’ll know
Just what is real again
In the morning rain
As I walk out from my shade
Shoots me in the head
Don’t know anymore
What it’s all about
What the players
Are grumbling about
This is where I am
You don’t have to understand
But this is where I’ll stay

And there’s
People marching (People marching)
People marching (People marching)
People changing (People changing)
People changing (People changing)
People praying (People praying)
People praying (People praying)
People laughing (People laughing)
People laughing (People laughing)

I’ll be alone again when the clock strikes ten
Then I’ll know, just what is real again
In the morning rain as I walk out from my shade
Shoots me in the head

And there’s
People marching (People marching)
People marching (People marching)
People changing (People changing)
People changing (People changing)
People praying (People praying)
People praying (People praying)
People laughing (People laughing)
People laughing (People laughing)
And there’s
People marching (People marching)
People marching (People marching)
People changing (People changing)
People changing (People changing)
People praying (People praying)
People praying (People praying)
People laughing (People laughing)
People laughing (People laughing)

And I’ll float away
And I’ll float away
And I’ll float away
People marching (People marching)
People marching (People marching)
People changing (People changing)
People changing (People changing)
And I’ll float away
People praying (People praying)
People praying (People praying)
People laughing (People laughing)
People laughing (People laughing)

I’ll be alone again
When the clock strikes ten
Then I’ll know, then I’ll know…