Jack Worships Janey
You know your skin's as cold as ice
Your eyes are double filtered babe
You're so afraid to be nice
There's no way you're ready
To let your defenses down
Though I won't come on heavy
There is a lesson that I've found
If you try to look
But you don't touch
Then you won't touch
But you'll never feel
And if you don't feel
You'll never cry
And if you don't cry
Then you'll never heal
There are lessons to life
That the lovers got to learn
There are corners out there
You know they're waitin' somewhere
And y
You Are The One
He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved
Words go up
words come down
fonnrards
backwards
twisted 'round.
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
it's another working day.
And his thoughts are full of strangers
corridors of naked lights.
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye.
Now a stranger's face he carries with him.
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio's whistling tunes that nobody knows.
At home a house awaits him
he unlocks the door
Thinking: once there was a sea here
but there never was a door.
And his thoughts are full of strangers
and his eyes too numb to see.
And nothing that he knows of
and nowhere where he's been
Won't ever quite like this.
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights. . . .
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought.