Parade

There's a girl that's in the playground with a photograph

Holding everything that's perfect in a frame

Giving lollipops to strangers who were going past

They were shocked as she would often know their names

She'd pick lilacs in the sun

While a vagrant beat a drum

Than she'd walk along the log out by the pond

All these people in her space

With a sadness on their face

And she'd often wonder why

When nothing's wrong