The Point

jenny brought the bottle home
she said she’d like to celebrate her birthday
pretending to forget the past
passing out just like she did that last night
when they took her keys away
she’s a ghost without a name
but everybody loves her just the same

jenny took the painting down,
the one with bob and tupac riding bareback
riding stallions into sunset
setting hooves against the desert dust
righteous warriors making up for what we lack
they remind her of the rain
the way she washes out again and again

she said she wants to be a movie star
wants to live out of her car
wants to make her own way, make her own way

she knows what this is all about
she wants to find her own way out
of paper bags and zigs and zags well….

anyway, the point is we’re all dying here
don’t you wanna live before you go?
the point is we’re all dying here
the point is we’re all dying here
and don’t forget to live

jenny took the long way home
she said she didn’t want to see her sister
it took her much too much to hide
the secret she’d been secretly withholding
without hinting to anyone
that she’d finally gone and got the gun
soon her worldly troubles would be done

jenny’d been a quiet bird
the kind you never thought to ever think about
thinking she could get along
getting lost in longing like a raging river wild
guess she’d really been a river child
living only for a dream
dreaming only of her vanishing

she said she wants to be a movie star
wants to live out of her car
wants to make her own way, make her own way

she knows what this is all about
she wants to find her own way out
of paper bags and zigs and zags and naggings and

anyway, the point is we’re all dying here
don’t you wanna live before you go?
the point is we’re all dying here
the point is we’re all dying here
and don’t forget to live