Jenny
   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