Jenny

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 hoof 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

i’ve had it pointed out to me
more than a few times
that there’s not a single one of us
getting out of this alive

jenny took the long way home
she said she didn’t want to see her sisters
seems it took too much to hide
the secret she’d been secretly withholding
without a hint to anyone
you see she’d 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 always been a river child
living only for a dream
dreaming only of her vanishing

yeah, it’s been  pointed out to me
more than a few times
that there’s not a single one of us
getting out of this alive

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