[lyric fragments from the Neil Young Archives Vol. 1 book, with very slight editing] In a third storey window at Scarborough High Little Jinny Baker wiped a tear from her eye Gone was the girl with the ribbons in her hair Overnight a woman on the strength of a dare Crossing with the traffic at Scarborough Blvd. Smiling at the laughing she heard in the school yard You take the subway and I’ll take a cab We’ll go out to dinner and you take the tab Or I’ll stay home and cook my own You better get used to eating alone Look in the mirror and examine your face You’re a displaced member of a dying race How do you know so much about me And who told you what I’m trying to be? The sun rang the bells at the dawn of the day The city shook in the customary way Running to the corner she fumbled for her fare Counting out the change and fixing her hair Passing through the staffroom to pick to her mail Wondering who to pass and knowing who to fail In a third storey window at Scarborough High Little Jinny Baker wiped a tear from her eye Gone was the girl with the ribbons in her hair Overnight a woman on the strength of a dare Turning from the window walking towards the door Knowing who to blame but wondering what for Turned from the window wondering who to tell Stopped by the fountain and waited for the bell