The Last Parade

The last parade she ever saw
Might have been the grandest one of all
A face in the crowd, the day before she would leave
Her house key in the open door

Colored confetti covered the ground
[With] the candy tossed by the tumbling clouds
[For] a teen beauty queen in a [red, sweeping] gown
[away] from the floor, that was shaped like a crown

Rolling backwards through the telescope
They fade [on, on] the last parade

Well it was a thrill to see the balloons let go
And then she ducked into a café for a sip of espresso
A sugar cube made it taste like chocolate
And she laughed when the wind took skinny Dereck’s hat

She played Beggar’s Banquet when she got home
And she peeled an orange and turned off her phone
Foundation was all scattered in her makeup case
She leaped through her journal and tore out a page

Stepping backwards from the photograph
She fades [on, on] the last parade