Green to Gone

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 no,no it's too,too late

or a my,my,my oh how I've missed

the way your way makes me make me me.

Sometimes the leaves succulently;

sometimes the leaves poisoning.

Sometimes they go from green to gone.

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Lyrics submitted by Serena Jo.