Jeune

Been hiding all day from everyone else
But you try so hard just to hide from yourself
Like Bob in mid-August, returning in spring
With a new face and voice and a dose of chlorine

But you can't change your walk or the last place you stood
And there's no disguise for the misunderstood
Working hard at your job just to get no return
Going home in December with an old pipe to burn

To be you in the morning
Every evening, afternoon, yes
And you ever mourning
And believing in June, yes

And you undressed
And you grotesque
And you obsessed with June

There's a tree in the yard to be cut down for good
But your last phantom limb never worked like it should
Like fall in New York lasting only 2 weeks
Getting used to the absence and the wind on your cheeks

Annie came by today just to see how you were
And you can't comprehend how you ever loved her
Maybe who she's become is a March bound to bloom
Just look at yourself how could she have loved you

Yes you in the morning
Every evening, afternoon, yes
And you unimportantly
Believing in June, yes

And you undressed
And you grotesque
And you so obsessed with June

At a September evening, an autumnal kiss
As you raise the campfire slow to your lips
Does the fire still burn like the sun on the pier
Like a Miami summer made to linger all year

But you in the morning
Every evening, afternoon, yes
And you ever mourning
And believing in June, yes

And you undressed
You, grotesque
And still obsessed with June