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 scarvesAutumn leaves, diaries, Tennessee and Jeremy
Suddenly, willow trees, memories of JeremyLike 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 explainedAutumn leaves, diaries, Tennessee and Jeremy
Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy