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