I went down to the parade
The streets were closed and everybody huddled to the barriers
Hoping for a better view, waiting for the floats to come through
And leave a trail of confetti in their wake

   Oh, on a thousand roads
   We are coming home

Yellow streamers on the ground
And blue balloons are floating overhead like restless satellites
Focused on the concrete, and straying down the side streets
At the mercy of the temperamental breeze

   Oh, on a thousand roads
   We are coming home
   Old familiar roads
   We are coming home

Every face was to the sky
A small town on a summer day to waste away with no better plan
Than to sit and watch a stray balloon, if only for an afternoon
And then continue on their way, another day

   Oh, on a thousand roads
   We are coming home
   Old familiar roads
   We are coming home

Tuning: D-A-D-Gb-B-E

The chords are arpeggiated with a pick.

Intro/Chorus:
0708xx 8708xx

Verse:
xx9870  x9x870  x-10-8-7-10-x
xx9870  x9x870  x-10-8-7-10-x  10-x-8-7-10-x  9-x-0-8-10-x

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