Jane in town

She was born in a no name town, somewhere in the east
Thought I’d pay miss Jane a visit to comfort her misery
But when I reached the gates of her home, a guard came upfront
He said, “Jane’s got no business seeing you tonight, now head back towards the sun.”
So I grabbed my sack and headed ‘til night
Thinking of all the times I could call her mine
But she’s a lone stone on the bridge, no rocks down below
Were to turn when the candles burn and fade with the breeze of snow
Who knows what she’d think of me these days, anyway?
I ran to the shore and found it a bore then headed back home to my dismay

Upon a time she looked so fine with flowers ‘round her waist
My blood was pure and coats of fur brought ease to my taste
I asked her, begged, on the side of my bed
Begging her to stay

She’s alive and well in some city street, a nice view of the sea
We’ve been living so far away, she don’t remember me
No time to slack and walk in the past, but the dreams were made of gold
Jane is tired of every guy, especially a fool like me so old
I thought, “Why not hang around in this town and find another gal?”
But then I fell asleep, passed out for weeks
Hating every swarm of these crowds
Walking alone in the sea of drones I light myself a smoke
Smiling at some for the fun of the dumb, knowing I’m now a joke
But my wit is yet to be sold

Upon a street she looked at me, kissed in the center of the street
Loved the way she stared and seemed to care about me
I spoke to her of love and heaven above
A memory bittersweet