Palm Sunday

Are you a blue blood?
But you feel hollow
In yesterday's clothes that you had to borrow
I remember you then
Your face was hollow
Hair in your eyes
Meet you tomorrow

I think of you often
There in the doorway
Of your grandfather's boat
Holding the champagne
But I loved you then
I would have followed
Hair in your eyes
Meet you tomorrow

Palm Sunday
Oh, what a waste
A moveable feast
You could at least come out late
I would wait
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday

Are you still a blue blood?
Know of our name
In yesterday's clothes on some walk of shame
I remember you then
I would have followed
Hair in your eyes
Meet you tomorrow

Palm Sunday
Oh, what a waste
A moveable feast
You could at least come out late
I would wait
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday

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