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BbEb
We were young like the future We were young and always wrong
BbEb
We were young like our country, learning old ways to be young
BbAbEbBbAbEbBb
Random driving around with you in my dilapidated car
AbEbBbAbEbF
like Isadora Duncan II in impossibly long white scarves
played after 'scarves' with syncopation:
E---8-----8--8-----8-----8-----8-----8----
B--10-----8-10----11----10-----8----10----
G--10----10-10----10----10----10----10----
D--10----10-10----10----10----10----10----
A-----------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------
BbFCmEb
Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennessee and Jeremy
BbFCmEb
Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy.
BbEb
Like a Galapagos turtle we grow old and stay that way,
BbEb
build a nest in the sand dunes, lay our eggs and walk away
BbAbEbBbAbEbBb
I was writing our dreams down, making maps of an unseen plane;
AbEbBbAbEbF
and I noticed anomalies that you'd rather not see explained.
BbFCmEb
Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennessee and Jeremy
BbFCmEb
Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy.
BbFEbF
We drove, canopy down, in the scalding rain
BbAbF
on the one day we were young
CmF
The house we bought was really a lake
CmF
Otters scampered down the halls
CmFEb
There were whirlpools in the floor and sails
BbEb
You're alone and it's over You're alone with your gun
BbEb
You're alone From now on you're all alone and you're not young.