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