I broke one stick from the tree and held it up to younSaid, Will this do?nnThen with a square torn off your shirt you made a little flagnYou stuck it in the dirt so we'd know when we were backnBut when we went to find our spot we just looked around for hoursnnAnd you said, Maybe a young boy came by and took our flag, and he's using it to lead a parade. Maybe there's a girl in tights who twirls a baton, and a mayor driving in a black car. And there's a section were the children walk, they're stomping shoes they're completely out of step. There are soldiers in a marching band, I think I hear the trumpets calling through the breeze.