Back To The Moon

Jenny

Jenny you don t know the nights I hide

below a second storey room

to whistle you down

the man who s let to divvy up
time is a miser

he s got a silver coin

only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away


there s one rare and odd style of living

part only known to the everybody Jenny
a comical where s the end parade

of the sort people here would think unusual


Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea

far off we sail on to Back O The Moon

(same as above)
Jenny

Jenny you don t know the days I ve tried
telling backyard tales
so to maybe amue
o your mood is never giddy
if you smile I m delighted
but you d rather pout
such a lazy child
you dare fold your arms
tisk and say that I lie

there s one rare and odd style of thinking
part only known to the everybody Jenny
the small step and giant leap takers
got the head start in the race toward it

Jenny

tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea
far off we sail on to the Back O The Moon


that was a sigh

but not meant to envy you

when your age was mine
some things were sworn true

morning would come

and calendar pages had

new printed seasons on

their opposite sides