The polyester vest she wears at the arcade.
On a break from tearing tickets,
Every minute spent on this old pinball machine.
Saving up her money to pay her tuition.
«Got a little left over», she thinks,
So she puts it in the machine,
‘Cause she’s got a high score to beat.
Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We’ll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.
Hey Jane, I know you’re hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome.
Hey Jane.
She had a good job that she traded for cocaine.
Everyday became the same,
And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast.
‘Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess.
She’s trying harder to convince herself,
That all her better days are not in the past,
And that this paycheck’s gonna last.
Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We’ll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.
Hey Jane, I know you’re hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome.
Hey Jane.
Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We’ll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.
Hey Jane, I know you’re hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome.
Hey Jane.
Hey Jane, I got a little money.
Wanna spend it on a night away?
We’ll drive until tomorrow, drive a mile for all our sorrows.
Hey Jane, I know you’re hungry honey,
But I promise you that things will change.
Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome.
Hey Jane.