The line of traffic comes to stand still

For the love came out in the morning air

I find the place I started from

The wild is calling, this time I'll 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 the hallway and railway stations

Radio across the morning air

A crowd of people everywhere

And then the people are running forward

Easter parade