My Protheusly Proper Jane

Elope with me, Miss Private,
And we'll sail around the world,
I will be your Magellan,
And you my landlocked girl,
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms,
Can you take,
How many nights of limping around,
On pagan holidays,
Oh elope with me in private,
And we'll set something ablaze,
A trail for the devil to erase.

Some friends ceased on calling us,
They joust and net the play,
The hearts and rods might catch you,
Are you straight or are you gay,
The hungabouts at stadiums,
Whose got no place to stay,
We hung about the tender lawn,
And tenderly you tell,
About the saddest book you ever read,
It always makes you cry,
The statues cry,
Until a woolly May.

I love you,
I've a drowning grip,
On your adoring face,
I love you,
My responsibility has found a place,
Beside you were once a morning,
Superseded witty words,
Come wave upon me,
From your family,
I don't find absurd
"You'll take care of her,
I know it,
You would do a better job"
Maybe,
But not what you deserve.

Elope with me, Miss Private,
And we'll drink ourselves awake,
We'll rob the coffee houses,
And award certificates,
The Navy Seal,
To keep the feel,
Of 1960's stars.
We'll call men on the decor,
And we'll help the passing cars,
When the desk of work is over,
We'll continue the debate,
In that borrowed bedroom,
Virginal and spare.

They fetch her round at 3.18,
They fetch her everyday,
The hitcher puts religion first,
And rest on holidays,
He goes into his riddles,
And lies prostrate on the floor,
He knows the drink,
Affects his speed,
His praying for a door,
Way back into the life he wants,
Without confession on the bench,
Life outside the iron,
Is a drench.

I wish that you were here with me,
To pass the dull weekend,
I know he couldn't come to love,
My heroine pretend,
A lady stepping from a song,
We love until this day,
She settled on a photograph,
Like Toulouse and his dame,
The sun upon the riff in winter,
Will draw you out like a flower,
I'll meet you at the statue in an hour.

I'll meet you at the statue in an hour...