Salute (The Show)

March on into New Market Heights

Clutching navy fabric tight

And by the time they do the math

My battered shoes have lost the path

Voices whisper long ago

Tell me who runs the show

Baked in summer's languid sprawl

Please tell my family I loved them all

And weave your dreams into a nest

Cause everybody knows the rest

Voices on the radio

Tell me who runs the show

The show, the show, the show

You and me were long ago

But you're still running

The show

Little girl

I have lost control

All again

Now you know

You are my whole world

If we can't be yours

Can we pretend?

Mmm

We pretend