Bob Gaulke - Parade Structures Lyrics

My pleasures are very small
Sometimes they can't be measured at all
Wisp of smoke, a pound of a drum
Smell of the sea or a look just caught

Men working all day long
Building what they'll soon take down
Sweat evaporates
Before it falls to the ground

Bus takes us where it wants
Driver's not paid enough
Under flickering lights
A city shoots its cinema

You love the dislocation
Extended as a song
Ducking the procession
Into a sand-castle bar

Over the sea under the stars
Into the blue burning
Eyes catching time
As it goes passing