Jeremy

We were young like the future, we were young and always wrong
 We were young like our country, learning old ways to be young
 Random driving around with you in my dilapidated car
 Like Isadora Duncan II in impossibly long white scarves
 (C): Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennesse and Jeremy
 Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy.
 Like a Galapagos turtle we grow old and stay that way,
 Build a nest in the sand dunes, lay our eggs and walk away
 I was writing our dreams down, making maps of an unseen plane;
 and I noticed anomalies that you'd rather not see explained.
 (C) We drove, canopy down, in the scalding rain on the one day we were young
 The house we bought was really a lake
 Otters scampered down the halls
 There were whirlpools in the floor and sails
 You're alone and it's over
 You're alone with your gun
 You're alone
 From now on you're all alone
 and you're not young