Jeremy Letra

learning old ways to be young
random driving around with you
in my dilapidated car
like Isadora Duncan II
in impossibly long white scarves

autumn leaves, diaries, tennessee 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

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