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
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 billions 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, their 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 elses song
Alone in our bedrooms, wandering through the fields
Everything seems haunted, and nothing is real
