Jennifer

Jennifer’s waiting for the wind
To clean up the sky
Nowhere to go, no-one to love
No place to light a fire
People she looks at sell and buy,
Hurry and live in the trains
They don’t wanna be buried in the wooden coffins
They work for the golden graves
Golden graves
They shine and shine
Seem to be so fine
Never look inside ‘em
Jennifer comes to the old cemetery
At the end of the seventeenth line
Late autumn and frosen trees
No better place to cry
Rubies and diamonds
Silver and gold
Sand and stones
Jennifer smiles
Jennifer knows
It’s too heavy a load if you got to get home
Golden graves
They shine and shine
Seem to be so fine
Never look inside ‘em