Michael Zapruder - Second Sunday In Ordinary TIme lyrics

Second Sunday in ordinary time With the hot suits and the fashion crimes It's you and me somehow Walking now Can you tell me how I could be here walking And I could be hanging With that ceremonial chime In the beams of second Sunday in ordinary time Second Sunday in ordinary time And the bride's a little past her prime It's you and me somehow Walking now With my aching brow That burns in every line Where the praying mothers know it only costs a dime For a wish on second Sunday in ordinary time And I don't mind That we're moving up That's all right, but it's the damn golden cup That stays half empty In the hands of second Sunday in ordinary time It's you and me somehow Walking now Where the crowds allow And when they leave we shine All the golden things that were covered up with grime From the gears of second Sunday in ordinary time Second Sunday in ordinary time With the hot suits and the fashion crimes