Another roadside grave
A place to check off while passing through
That stagnant old town
The setting of my youth
With a fanfare
That little boy blew
Pushed aside and forgotten
Somehow he marched through
Confined now in darkness
Freed from his attic tomb
A dark trumpet rings out
The show must go on
And on
And on
And on
With a fanfare
That little boy blew
Pushed aside and forgotten
Somehow he marched through
Living the dream
Never alone
Children around him
Are singing his song
Never fulfilling
That basest need
Because in their eyes
He could never succeed
But with a fanfare
That little boy blew
Pushed aside and forgotten
Somehow he marched through
They're finally realizing
Though it's far too late to show
The boy up in the attic
Made a difference after all
With a fanfare
That little boy blew
Pushed aside and forgotten
Somehow he marched through
With a fanfare
That little boy blew
Pushed aside and forgotten
Pushed aside and forgotten
Pushed aside and forgotten
Somehow he marched through