We were young like the future, we were young and always wrong   We were young like our country, learning old ways to be young   Random driving around with you in my dilapidated car   Like Isadora Duncan II in impossibly long white scarves    (C): Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennesse and Jeremy    Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy.    Like a Galapagos turtle we grow old and stay that way,    Build a nest in the sand dunes, lay our eggs and walk away    I was writing our dreams down, making maps of an unseen plane;    and I noticed anomalies that you'd rather not see explained.    (C) We drove, canopy down, in the scalding rain on the one day we were young    The house we bought was really a lake   Otters scampered down the halls    There were whirlpools in the floor and sails   You're alone and it's over    You're alone with your gun   You're alone   From now on you're all alone    and you're not young