In Medias Res

I'll start where it's best
In Medias Res
I'll skip the exposition and
Go right to the Rest
But we were Young and Dumb
And Everything that means

If I could tell Her
The things that I'd heard
Give her the Exposition
Without saying a word

She'd take her hands
And she would find her means
To an End

But, Oh to be Sixteen
And Naive
And walking through the City
Down Haight-Ashbury Street
Walking in my Good Shoes
Into the Water

But. Oh to be Sixteen
And Believe
In Love and Money
As a guarantee
Walking in my Good Shoes
Into the Water

And pull me Underneath the sand
And let the Ocean set me right
And pull me under
Take my hand
It's all we can do not to fight
Montara
Crumbling in the Wind
I want to be
Montara

Montara
Let the sand
Scrub at my skin

Montara
Take my Pink Velvet and turn it into black leather
Boots
To keep me Safe and Warm

I don't wanna fight
I don't wanna Fight
The Storm

And I've been Crying over you
For So Damn Long

I've been crying over you
For Far Too Long