easter parade
jones, rickie lee
the line of traffic comes to stand still
for the love came out in the morning air
i find the place i started from
in the beautiful typewriter's quiet
confetti falls from every window
throwing hats up in the air
a city perfect in every detail
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