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 La la la la, la la la La la la la, la la la La la la la, la la la La la la la, la la la