Jane

Jane / IMAGES / c1999 Jay Scott Johnson BMI

She cannot stand to be alone
Always waiting by the phone
She never could have known
that I was right here all along
Watching every teardrop fall
Waiting for my curtain call --

(c)
Jane, does he replace
the missing pages
in your book of dreams?

Does he erase
for you the places
where your teardrops stained?

A never ending story
paints a picture,
so it seems,
Of me waiting in the doorway
to your house of pain

A broken heart will never mend
Lighting candles in the wind
But I'll be here behind you
when you're ready for a friend
Watching every teardrop fall
Waiting for my curtain call