Marching Line - Vanessa Carlton

Boots on concrete

Don’t slip on the leaves

Smile at the strangers

Won’t know what you mean

Clouds like cathedrals

Night hits the sea

And I walk to the high light

Ships gonna take me at midnight

Storms sounding out like an overture

It’s time to join the marching line

Take back your list

You don’t know what love is like;

a bullet in the chest

And I never say yes

Never known a day without a quiet regret

So I walk to the high light

Ships gonna take me at midnight

Storms sounding out like an overture

It’s time to join the marching line;

leave it all behind, and join the

Marching line

And there’s no captain who calls «what's your name?»

An army of one

It’s just me and a drum

Do you know a love like a bullet in the chest?

Ships on grey seas

Waves keep the time like my heartbeat

It’s an overture

It’s time to join the marching line, leave it all behind and join the

Marching line

Fortune tellers, fortune still hurts