The Easter Parade

Is all that we've become just nothing but hats and bags?

We're waiting for taxi cabs

So you light cigarettes and I'm taking drags

In the air, a sea of words that didn't come soon enough

In my mind, a railway station and a ticket stub

And it is Easter in the town

I can hear as they strike up the band

We're listening to some old man

Say he came back to life with a hole in his hand

And now the Sunday school is gathered together in pink and in blue

They're heralding angels for you

But not for me

They're singing, Gloria in excelsis

Deo, Deo

Gloria in excelsis

There's no, there's no hope

And I am grateful for the things

That you've tried to show to me, dear

But there's no Arcadia, no Albion

There's no Jerusalem here

And underneath your pastures green

There's earth and there's ash and there's bone

And there are things that disappear into it

And then they are gone

And there is a light that hits the sky

And then it is midnight again

And there is my mother, my father, and you

And we are all impermanent

And on the green, they tell the tales

Of how even the dead can come back

I just don't believe in that

So you can keep on singing:

Gloria in excelsis

Deo, Deo

Gloria in excelsis!

There's no, there's no hope

There's no such thing

There's no such thing as ghosts