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A Parade of Lights

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Verse 1 Streetlamps blink on, one by one Like they’re clocking in for work at dusk We used to race the setting sun Now the days outpace both of us Neon flickers on the corner Same old bar with a different crowd We used to own that jukebox Now they play it twice as loud Pre-Chorus Every year gets shorter, every summer feels like smoke We laugh a little louder at the same old jokes Chorus It’s just a parade of lights Marching past our window Headlights, taillights, marquee glow Nights collapsing into tomorrow We’re waving from the sidelines In thrift-store crowns and borrowed time Dancing through the stoplights As the years drive by in a parade of lights Verse 2 We trace our names in condensation On the glass of passing trains Watch our reflections stutter Into strangers with our faces All the plans we never finished Hang like streamers in our heads It’s funny how the future Keeps tripping over what we said Pre-Chorus Every birthday candle melts a little bit too fast We make a different wish and still repeat the past Chorus It’s just a parade of lights Marching past our window Headlights, taillights, marquee glow Nights collapsing into tomorrow We’re waving from the sidelines In thrift-store crowns and borrowed time Dancing through the stoplights As the years drive by in a parade of lights Bridge Maybe growing up’s just learning How to miss the things you’ve got Holding on to burning matches Till the flame forgets it’s hot We’re older than the songs we love And younger than we’ll ever be Standing in the crosswalk While the traffic hums in 4/4 time beneath our feet Breakdown (half-time, soft) You say, “Remember when forever Felt like Friday night?” Now we’re harvesting the echoes Of the long-expired daylight Final Chorus Here comes the parade of lights Marching past our window Headlights, taillights, marquee glow Nights dissolving into tomorrow We’ll keep waving from the sidelines Till we step into the traffic line Hand in hand beneath the signs Let the years spin by in a parade of lights Outro Streetlamps blink off, one by one We’re still here when the morning comes ⸻ .