What's New In Baltimore?
it's enough to make you sick.
think we need a new solution
think we better find it quick
'cause we're in acceleration
and there ain't much time to think
trigger fingers are gettin' itchy now
oh, they've got us on the brink.
i refuse to hate the russians
and I ain't scared of the chinese
'cause they're people just like we are
and they got their families
they don't want their young men dying
for a piece of foreign ground
and they're tired of taking orders
and being pushed around
being pushed around
but it's
Back O' The Moon
[ music: Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]
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
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 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 bubble head 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