Unwise Jenny

I remember Jenny at seventeen. Though Jenny doesn't really remember me. She lived with her brother and mother till they're Dead in the street. And days passed by, but at night, In the night, she could hide from their eyes In the night. Jenny wasn't wise. Jenny wasn't wise. I remember Jenny, all dressed in green. She was always ready for the next drink. I heard that her mother lives always on there, Dead in the street. And days passed by, but at night, In the night, she couldn't hide from their eyes. Realized Jenny was a liar. Jenny was a liar. Streetlights seemed gold when she was a kid. The silent road couldn't whisper a tale. Streetlights she covered in troubles and fears. Streetlights seemed gold and she wasn't weird. I heard Jenny left when she was eighteen. Crossed that street, no tears she cried. In the night, in the night, she could hide From their eyes. In the night, Jenny wasn't wise. Jenny wasn't wise. In the night, She's unwise. In the night, She's unwise. Through The Night, in the night, can you hide from Their eyes? Realize It's good to be alive And stare at the streetlights. It's good to be unwise. And Jenny, are you all right? It's good to be unwise. Are you all right, Jenny?