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.