Roosevelt's Marching Band

I've stayed another phase come 'round

Samsara bound to

With legs to dream and miles to go

Still haven't found you

I'm sinking on a weighed-down brain

To see what lingers unhealthy every place we drank

And face another day like this

With every minute, every hour draining slowly

'Til you can't take it

But you only have to wait

And they come bac

Roosevelt's marching band

Coming up the street, give them a hand

Bringing it to us gladly where we stand

They play the great ones

'Til it's all gone

I call but eight is way too late

I squeeze my fingers and pray to hear another breath

Cliché of kitchens, driven nails

And I'm the chairman, the table man, the cloth man

And I'll be patient

I'll only have to wait

'Til you come back

Roosevelt's marching band

Coming up the street, give them a hand

Bringing it to us gladly where we stand

They play the great ones

'Til it's all gone

I'm drowning in a loser's cycle week to week

I'm running out of patience and it's lonely since you're gone