Easter Parade - The Blue Nile

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