The line of traffic comes to a stand still 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
