MUSIC FOR SALE

Jenny now’s ok
She abandoned them dark days
She left her dead-end street to embrace a brand new better way
Her hart is sad to tears
Sometimes she feels so queer
But she chose to save her life and anyway she perseveres

Jenny’s got no gun
She’s reflection in the sun
She’s used to sit and wonder about mysteries in the barn
And if you’ll pass right there
You’ll see her long brown hair
You’ll see her eyes of consciousness half-open in the air

Jenny dances slow
Draws circles in the sand
She’s the spotted swan that’s flying low close to the land
She’s innocent and pure
But cripples every vow
I don’t know how she’ll work it out but she will somehow

Jenny seems so frail
Behind her satin veil
The strength of her own will is both her armor and her jail
Killer of desire
Water for the fire
She’s the tightrope walker swinging on a thin, thin wire

There’s duty and there’s shame
And Jenny in the rain
While black clouds fill the sky thru the cornfields she does pace
She’s there to wash away
The sorrow and the pain
She holds a broken hourglass and she’s counting every grain

Jenny rides a horse
But it’s a marble one
She spurs it with dismay but there’s no chance for it to run
She roams around the swamp
And often risks to drown
I don’t know how she’ll work it out but she will somehow

Every exorcism failed
But misery won’t prevail
Cause Jenny herself’s the wind a-blowing strong in her own sails
The route is still obscure
But Jenny can endure
The stillness in her movements is a broad hint of the cure

And Jenny’s got a purse
Containing a black hole
But all the stars in heaven sing her name and bless her soul
One day she’ll earn white wings
But can’t fly high for now
I don’t know how she’ll work it out but she will somehow