The Marching Line - Vanessa Carlton

Boots on concrete don’t slip on the leaves

Smile at the strangers, they’ll know what you mean

Clouds like cathedrals

The night hits the sea

And I walk to the highline

Ship’s gonna take me at midnight

Storm sounding out like an overture

Time to join the marching line

Take back your vest

Don’t know what love is

Like a bullet in the chest.

And I never say it

Never known a day without a quiet regret

So I walk to the highline

Ship’s gonna take me at midnight

Storm sounding out like an overture

Time to join the marching line

Leave it all behind and join the marching line

There’s no captain who calls, «What's your name?»

In an army of one

It’s just me and a drum

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

Ships on the grey sea

The waves keep time like my heartbeat

It’s an overture

Time to join the marching line

Leave it all behind and join the marching line

Fortune tellers

Fortunes tell her