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Jenny you don't know the nights I hide

below a second story room

to whistle you down

the man who's let to divvy up

time is a miser

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

Jenny

Jenny you don't know the days I've tried

telling backyard tales

so to maybe amuse

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 story 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