Last Parade

Matthew Good · Vancouver [2009]

It feels like time to let it go

It feels like time to break or show

It feels like time to cut your brakes

Shut your mouth, do something, anything



It feels like time to fuck or leave

It feels like I choke you just to breathe

It feels like time ain't time at all

Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

I'll wander home



Take me out, lay me down

Let the dirt fall all around me

Baby, ain't it good to be back home?

They're burning futures in the mountains

All lit up, yeah, you can count yours

Baby, ain't it good to be back home?



It feels like just another day

Like one more dead town's last parade

Like we're taking pictures of a tidal wave

On the shore grinning, a hundred feet away



It feels like time ain't time at all

Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

I'll wander home



Take me out, lay me down

Let the dirt fall all around me

Baby, ain't it good to be back home?

They're burning futures in the mountains

All lit up, yeah, you can count yours

Baby, ain't it good to be back home?

Ain't it good to be back home?