Easter Parade

The line of traffic comes to a standstill

For the love King, out in the morning air

I find a place I started from

The wild is calling, this time I follow

Easter parade



In the bureau typewriter's quiet

Confetti falls from every window

Throwing hats up in the air

A city perfect in every detail



Easter parade



I know you, birthday cards and silent music

Paperbacks and Sunday clothes



In hallways and railway stations

Radio across the morning air

A crowd of people everywhere

And then the people, all running forward



Easter parade