Jennilee,

Everything was gone from your place

when I raced back home.

Whitney said she'd been out since dawn.

We called the cops, and they came up and looked around.

Made their rounds...

We've learned nothing's people proof.

Nothing's people proof.

Nothing's people proof.

Not from people.

Not from people.

No no no.

Nothing's left except some trash in the lawn.

Can't help to think what the crooks will get from the pawn.

I'd give it all, that I have left, to have things from Grandpa and from Grandma.

We've learned nothing's people proof.

Nothing's people proof.

Nothing's people proof.

Not from people.

Not from people.

No no no.

Not from people.

Not from people.

Wrote this day before yesterday and spent pretty much all day yesterday and all night recording it etc.

I had a dream about a friend of mine named Jennilee.  She lives in my hometown with her roommate Whitney.  In the dream I was crashing at her place and I came back to find the place had been robbed.  And as the song suggests we called the authorities and they didn't do much.  Infact, in the dream they asked us to call them if we found out where our stuff was.  Ha!  Anyways...A bunch of personal stuff gets taken from all of us and we learn that nothing is safe from the dark grasps of people.  Nothing is people-proof.