Ticker Tape Parade, Pt. 2

The ships passing by

leave my island in their wake

they've been told by the others

that i've made my mistakes

They pull out their spy glasses

to better see my shame

but they won't stick around

to see my parade

the grounds have been cleared

the lines have been drawn

all i've left to do now

Is wait for the right day to come

the trees are all waving

at the afternoon storm

were done marchin for the day boys

lets go and get warm

They just won't stay in line

They can't seem to get my designs

There's always tomorrow, we just have to try

I've got nothing but time

Bring in the replacements

seems the crabs they have all walked away

they stared at me sideways

like they had something to say

they're not like the coconuts

who stay in their lanes

they're not much for marching

but they're easy to train

I guess they're all done with me

and the tales that I spun

But I swear to the heavens

I won't be easily done

Let's hope I can make it

to that day of all day

It'd sure be a shame

if I missed my parade

They just won't stay in line

They can't seem to get my designs

there's always tomorrow, we just have to try

I've got nothing but time

I've got nothing but time