Jane, she got excavated by a trader, dealing in old lines
Then she got her papers from a mailer, telling them all lies
So here we go, down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow, we're wasting our own time
Says she knows more than she lets on, that's how she gets on
When she is outside
When the wind comes on harder, she needs a shelter
Out of the warm lights
So here we go, down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow, we're wasting our own time
Better know, everyday life will carry on
Everyday when you're not so strong, you're wasting your own time
She was taken that Sunday, to a safe place, dealing in this line
Then she got her papers from a faceless, won't tell her one more time
So here we go, down an endless road where we know
Nothing good here will ever grow, we're wasting our own time
Better know, everyday life will carry on
Everyday when you're not so strong, you're wasting your own time
*