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