Farther Afield - Jigsaw Parade Lyrics

Fit to be seen in a circulating magazine
The dream isn't lost but never found
Music tightly bound, a slightly nervous tromp through town

Can't retain the projects empty fate
Slipping through the cracks beside the gate
We'll March into the massive empty halls
And paint our ballads boldly through the walls

Cut with the jigsaw, follow the outline
See if it's cleaned with significant spit shine

The pieces fit until the single file splits
Chasing the leader all the way
Brass on the corner of the pirate ship
Wheels not seen to delay
Might as well not follow our own tail
Leave us alone and we'll play

A line of laughter Simply beating through
Inside a metaphor retaining truth

Still they march on down the hill of height
Grade decreasing with their pride
Struggle to blow it through the bells again
Swollen faces pushed aside

Away, stepped over by the mass's groove
Forgotten on the way to seeking solitude

Create a jigsaw parade of marketing magnitude
The picture frame remains to curb the aptitude
Pieces never fit, result of ineptitude