Leaving you in the care of others    I won’t be letting you down    Clowning around on the green of this town    I won’t be letting you down       It’s easy to draw yourself a circle    Just trace it back to yourself    A father who can't hold himself together    A grandson who’s just left the ground       She’s coming in for landing but you’re leaving much too soon    She handles disappointment like her mom    And I wanted her to meet you and to carry her away    And to touch each other‘s hearts of palm       Flowers on the kitchen table    Not a dry eye in the house    Someone knows you better than I do    That leaves my heart in my mouth       Chorus       Sunday Catholic morning after shave    Coffee grounds there in the sink    It’s Easter and the bastards haven’t left me    But here is a song you can sing       Chorus       And to touch each other’s hearts of palm.