She's tall, brown, and brunette,
She works w/ her hands
She sings a song sweetly
Simply because she can
There is loss that she carries
There is pain somewhere other than her eyes
There is a wrecklessness that comes
When a loved one suddenly dies
I'm so glad you're the only Jane I know
Her eye's know no color
We're all students of black and white
She carries the grace of a mother
And the dance of candle light
She stands for the first time
Ocean waves bring her in
She's one for mentos
Not for television
I'm so glad you're the only Jane I know
She sneaks joints in Tampons
Walks casually backstage
Takes pictures w/ celebrities
But carves images of her friends
She's a lover
She's a rich girl
She's an adventurer and an artist
She's given her heart searching her hardest
Maybe she'll find it in a Cracker Barrel on a book she snags on tape
Maybe in the syrup she pours on her pancakes
Hopefully she found some in the laughter of newly formed friends
I'm so glad to have met you, Jane.