A small parade has passed I saw it on my way home Except for the blank in the middle For the masters and groups There'll be no more watching They're resting tonight, all right A bit too different in sight Trying to divert your own pains And the makers of the floats They monitor the signals Just before this noon Only one switch is pressed And the slumber will belong to those They're resting tonight, all right A bit too different in sight Trying to divert your own pains And also when relaxing Peacefully as kings I've done that there before What you need is to wonder And can't be viewed as a monitor They're resting tonight, all right A bit too different in sight Trying to divert your own pains They're resting tonight, all right A bit too different in sight Trying to divert your own pains