A red flag will flap outside your window
& a song will crash through like a wave.
A thundering drum will raise you out of bed
& the crowd and you will shout into the night.

Chorus:
& there will always be a parade.
There will always be a crowd.
There will always be some fascist to back down.

& then you will go out walking in the dawn
& the breeze will catch your skirt
& you will breathe free of fear.
& you will squeeze your lover's hand
& listen to their wisdom
& you will think: "what the fuck was I so frightened for?"

Chorus

Then you will go to sleep,
a sleep that swims through night,
while you are held by those
who choose to love you well.
& your worry will lay it self some where in the dark
where it dissolves
knowing you will rise to meet what comes.

There will always be a parade.
There will always be a crowd.
There will always be a power
in the morning.