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
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)
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