Johnny looked at Jayney and he knew that they'd be lovers
He had everything she wanted in the bank or under covers
He sat there and he watched her like some sleepy golden angel
He sat there and he watched her til he knew it wasn’t normal
He got out of the bed
And was careful not to wake her
He headed for the grocery store
For something he could make her
He had thought about some metaphor as he reached and grabbed a coffee
It was perfect
It was poignant
He immediately forgot it
And Johnny lit some stardust as he walked into his home
There was nothing inside moving, everything had turned to stone
No music
No Jayney
No word or explanation
No moral to the story, just some hair upon the pillow
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Jayney walked in to the farmland
Just like she always wanted
Everything was quiet
Everything seemed haunted
Jayney had a problem but the kind you’d never think of
Every guy who saw her fell hopelessly in love
It’s so tough to be the angel
In some poor suckers story
They all write her poetry but poetry’s so boring
And normally
She whispers to the millions of men who come
She conjures up a new excuse for each and every one
Floods
Tornadoes
Solemn vows of silence
Abstinence
Leprosy
Senseless bits of violence
Exhaustion
The economy
A million other reasons
But none of them can satisfy
Hearts get torn to pieces
♪

If you're ever left to wonder just where everything went wrong
Remember you're just a cameo in someone else's song
Alone in our bedrooms
Wandering through the fields
Everything seems haunted
And nothing is revealed

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