Easter parade
A crowd of people everywhere
The wild is calling, this time I follow
Confetti falls from every window
In the bureau typewriter's quiet
Throwing hats up in the air
Easter parade
I know you, birthday cards and silent music
In hallways and railway stations
A city perfect in every detail
And then the people, all running forward
Radio across the morning air
I find a place I started from
Paperbacks and Sunday clothes