Josephine, are you an evergreen?
Same color in winter as in fall
Yea and on a whim when you think of me
Do those green leaves blush at all?

Without a morning light to ride
Could you look for a smile or a glow?
When city lights are a better guide
Is there really any place for me to go?

I'd like to think I sold my heart away
For a wicked love and a trip to Pompeii
Where I could burn in those volcanic sunsets
That outline her face and shed light on my regrets
Cause I haven't found it yet

Everyone is rushing around
Looking for that place just where they need to be
But if the whole world's a traffic jam
Is there really any place in it for me?

I'd like to think I sold my heart away
For a wicked love and a trip to Pompeii
Where I could burn in those volcanic sunsets
That outline her face and shed light on my regrets
Cause I haven't found it yet

Though I wonder if this is all that's waiting to be
Well then maybe its better that it never
That it never comes to me
That it never comes to me
Will it ever come to me?

Josephine, are you an evergreen?
Same color in winter as in fall
Did you run away, despite what some might say
And find the world around you is small

Josephine, are you an evergreen?
Same color in winter as in fall
Did you run away, despite what some might say
And find the world around you is small
And find the world around you is small
And find the world around you is small
And find the world around you is small