I broke one stick from the tree and held it up to you
Said, "Will this do?"

Then with a square torn off your shirt you made a little flag
You stuck it in the dirt so we'd know when we were back
But when we went to find our spot we just looked around for hours

And 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."

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