she’s a little misguided and misunderstood
she asks lots of questions and knows that she should
and she counts all her problems and now she’s alone
and no one will listen or pick up the phone
and she won’t be the same
she’s a part of the happy parade
and she’s found her new home
at the side of the road
it’s a warm invitation from someone she knew
the look on her face says to good to be true
and she’s getting her hopes up she thinks it’s a sign
it lights up her face like the fourth of july
but she still takes the blame
she’s a part of the happy parade
and she’s run out of time
at the end of the line
she’s been looking for solitude
she’s been missing a piece
and this puzzle has taken all afternoon
why can’t it bring some relief
all alone in the morning she sleeps until one
with all good intentions to rise with the sun
and it’s starting to set now look down in the well
and all that she worked for with nothing to tell
Sixties folk commingles with slackened psych on the Australian band's quirky new gem: a laid-back album with a warm, crisp feel. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2018