Janie and I used to walk on the park
We used to talk about the dark
About the pleasures and pains of life
We used to laugh about the sky
We used to dream with something up high
Now Janie is gone, and I'm still here
Now Janie is gone, and I have fear
Janie and I used used to sit on the bench
We used to talk about the nonsense
Janie was wearing her beautiful sweater
I wore my old ramones shirt
Janie used to cry about her lovers
I used to cry over her shoulders
Now Janie is gone, and I'm still here
Now janie is gone, and I'm all alone
I hope Janie found
what she was looking for
I hope Janie don't
feel the pain no more.
I hope Janie
return some day
I hope Janie
come back to stay.