| intro | Bb Eb |
| We were young like the future, we were young and always wrong | Bb Eb | |
| We were young like our country, learning old ways to be young | Bb Eb | |
| Random driving around with you in my dilapidated car | Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb Bb | |
| Like Isadora Duncan II in impossibly long white scarves | Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb F |
| Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennesse and Jeremy | Bb F Cm Eb | |
| Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy | Bb F Cm Eb |
| Like a Galapagos turtle we grow old and stay that way, | Bb Eb | |
| Build a nest in the sand dunes, lay our eggs and walk away | Bb Eb | |
| I was writing our dreams down, making maps of an unseen plane | Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb Bb | |
| and I noticed anomalies that you'd rather not see explained | Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb F |
| Autumn leaves, diaries, Tennesse and Jeremy | Bb F Cm Eb | |
| Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy | Bb F Cm Eb |
| We drove, canopy down, in the scalding rain on the one day we were young | Bb F Eb F Ab Eb F | |
| The house we bought was really a lake | Cm F | |
| Otters scampered down the halls | Cm F | |
| There were whirlpools in the floor and sails | Cm F Ab |
| You're alone and it's over, you're alone with your gun | Bb Eb | |
| You're alone, from now on you're all alone and you're not young | Bb Eb |