From the recording Searching for September
Jenny left for Jesus on a Tuesday. She told me she was tired of the world. And after all I said to her she still gave up. I guess I never understood that girl. So I left for California on a Wednesday. Said that I would start it up again. I was tired of tryin' to tell myself I just don't care. I'd be lost anywhere. I'm just scared. I could have been better prepared. I turned my head, and I missed everything. Jenny lays alone inside her silence. With all the things I never get to know. The steps seem quite inviting but the door's still locked. I guess some things you lose before you grow. And so I lay awake at seven thirty. Even though I haven't slept at all. There's something 'bout the sunlight that I just can't bear, so I lay alone and stare. I'm just scared. I could have been better prepared. I turned my head, and I missed everything. I'll tell you what you want. I'll give you what I've got. And I've got more to give to you, it may be real, it may be true, it may be I'm not ready for the long run. Don't believe me. I'm just scared. I could have been better prepared. I turned my head, and I missed everything. Even though the angels are among us. They're only here for seconds at a time. And even though I know that you don't need me. I just can't help but wish that you were mine.