All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they’ll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall.

Posted: November 11, 2015 in Lyrics

Kari Bushman

The Big Parade, 10,000 Maniacs

Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East.
Lone young man takes a seat.
And by the rhythm of the rails,
Reading all his mother’s mail from a city boy in a jungle town
postmarked Saigon.
He’ll go live his mother’s dream, join the slowest parade he’ll ever see.
Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far.
“Take these, Tommy, to The Wall.”

Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese.
He’s wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling,
He bites his lip beside a widow breaking down.
She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall.
All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they’ll ever see.
Their weight of sorrows carried long and…

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