One week palms, joy and praise,
Hearts are lifted, voices raised
Next week nails and crowns of thorns
The mother of God herself will mourn
A handful of stragglers waits at the scene
Asking themselves what it is that they’ve seen
Best go home, assess our losses
One week palms, next week crosses

One week palms, Next week crosses,
Mostly life goes on unseen
All I can say is tomorrow will decide what yesterday means

A single mom with three small kids,
Picnic lunch under the bridge
Cast a line, catch a few fish ,
Eat spaghetti off a styrofoam dish
Throw your ball, Ride your bike ,
There you go, Just play nice
Look, mom, look! You got a bite.
He stole your bait. Story of my life.

One week palms, next week crosses
Mostly life goes on unseen
All I can say is tomorrow will decide what yesterday means

A mother with her children on the fourth of july
Waving sparklers on a cordoned off street
I told you keep your shoes on, don’t blame me
if you wind up with glass in your feet

Birthday parties, wedding gifts
Gotta run to the store, can you give me a lift?
Ooh, this looks cool. What’s it do?
It catches dreams. Ah, that isn’t true
How do you know? You gotta believe
All right, ask, ye shall receive
Give me back the friends I lost
Yeah, that’s right, just like I thought

One week palms, one week crosses,
Mostly life goes on unseen
All I can say is tomorrow will decide what yesterday means
All I can say is tomorrow will decide what yesterday means
All I can say is tomorrow will decide what yesterday means