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.