Green to Gone Lyrics

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.