When I'm twenty-two
when it's two-thousand-four
when you're twenty-four
meet me Big Sur
You dress in denim from your neck to your knees
and you turn your back to the bossy breeze
and a plane goes by silenced by riptide
Sea salty-watering me
When I'm twenty-six
when it's two-thousand-eight
when you're twenty-eight
meet me Montana
It's gonna be a sweet the end
or a nono it's tootoo late
or a mymymy oh how I've missed
the way your way makes me make me
Sometimes the leaves succulently
sometimes the leaves poisoning
Sometimes they go from green to gone