Green To Gone

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