Jenny

Jenny you don't know the nights I hide

below a second story 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


Jenny

Jenny you don't know the days I've tried

telling backyard tales
so to maybe amuse
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

Jenny


Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
below a second story room

to whistle you down
o the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser

he's got a silver coin
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
out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys
to push their flags into powdered soils and cry

no second placers

no smart looking geese in bonnets

dance with pigs in high button trousers
no milk pail for the farmer's daughter
no merry towns of sweet walled houses


here I've found
Back O' the Moon
not here
I've found

Back O' the Moon