“Back O’ The Moon” by 10,000 Maniacs

“Jenny, you don’t know the days I’ve tried telling backyard tales. So to maybe amuse.”

Jenny, Jenny, you don’t know the nights I hide 
Below a second-story 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 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 

Jenny, 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 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-story 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 bubblehead boys 
To push their flags into powdered soils and cry 
No second placers 

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


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