Back o' the Moon
10,000 Maniacs

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Jenny.  
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
below a second storey room
to whistle you down.
The man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
he's got a silver coin
only lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away.

There's one rare and odd style of living
part only known to the everybody. 
Jenny.
A comical where's the end parade
of the sort people here would think unusual.
Jenny.

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea.
Far off we sail  on to Back O' The Moon.

Jenny.
Jenny you don't know the days I've tried
telling backyard tales
so to maybe amuse.
O your mood is never giddy
if you smile I'm delighted
but you'd rather pout
such a lazy child
you dare fold your arms
tisk and say that I lie.

There's one rare and odd style of thinking
part only known to the everybody. 
Jenny.
The small step and giant leap takers
got the head start in the race toward it.
Jenny.

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea.
Far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon.

That was a sigh
but not meant to envy you.
When your age was mine
some things were sworn true.
Morning would come
and calendar pages had
new printed seasons on
their opposite sides.

Jenny.
Jenny you don't know the nights I hide
below a second storey room
to whistle you down.
O the man who's let to divvy up
time is a miser
he's got a silver coin
lets it shine for hours
while you sleep it away.

There's one rare and odd style of living
part only known to the everybody. 
Jenny.
Out of tin ships jump the bubble headed boys
to push their flags into powdered soils and cry
no second places.

No smart looking geese in bonnets
dance with pigs in high button trousers.
No milk pail for the farmer's daughter.
No merry towns of sweet walled houses.

Here I've found
Back O' the Moon.
Not here
I've found
Back O' the Moon.