Marching On

Do you remember When the moon and the stars were jealous? And the world applauded as we danced? Now, I hear drums And you hear brass And I stumble Trying to recapture our rhythm I've tried, love, I've tried To remember what I used to do That made your heart smile Now we intersect without collision But not without violence And I'm starting to feel numb So on we March For a blessed audience of three With bloodless hands And blistered hearts