Motorized Parade

This is all too familiar
But not quite known
Like the [fault-ridge?] stone-man
[?] the widow at home
And the soon to be orphan
He's gonna dance anyway
He's gotta girl on his mind
And the smell of cocoa
The motorized parade

And as they hold hands
He misses home
But she doesn't even notice
Eyes fixed on the dude
Doin' a back flip
Off the flower colored float
Why couldn't clouds split n' break this shit up?
Why couldn't clouds split n' break this shit up?