[Verse] Dust rolls down the empty street, Footsteps fade where we used to meet, Six strings silent on a battered stool, Ghosts of the night haunt the blues club’s rules. [Pre-Chorus] But the horn calls out through the cracked glass, A lullaby for the days that passed... [Chorus] Here comes the parade, rollin’ slow and steady, Colors flyin’ high, but the stage stands empty, Old songs whisper through the alley and the shade, We’re still playin’ our pain in the city parade. [Verse] Neon signs flicker, then they burn away, Familiar faces gone, but the music stays, Echoes swelling where the lost dreams hide, We wear the blues like a worn-out pride. [Pre-Chorus] And the trumpet cries, sweet and so true, It’s a call for me, it’s a call for you... [Chorus] Here comes the parade, rollin’ slow and steady, Colors flyin’ high, but the stage stands empty, Old songs whisper through the alley and the shade, We’re still playin’ our pain in the city parade. [Bridge] Steel strings hum under scarred, calloused hands, We keep the fire lit where the cold night stands, Though the club’s shut down, and the crowd gone away, Our hearts beat strong like the break of day. [Chorus] Here comes the parade, rollin’ slow and steady, Colors flyin’ high, but the stage stands empty, Old songs whisper through the alley and the shade, We’re still playin’ our pain in the city parade. [Outro] Yeah, we’re still playin’ our pain... Still playin’ our pain in the city parade.