Jeane de Ryan Adams

Broken like the windows in a house she loved to haunt
She's staring into the glass
And I need conversation like I need another drink
Lonely rivers are bound to pass
Don't know the words 'cause they're always changing

Oh, but I think I know what she means
Trapped in a hotel in the south of Ireland
. . . lookin' around for Jeane
. . . lookin' around for Jeane

Nineteen years of nothing baby, where do I begin?
Wait 'til you're twenty-three
She said she knew some late night place, that'd let us in
Outside it started to freeze
Don't know the words 'cause they're always changing

Oh, but I think I know what she means
Trapped in a hotel in the south of Ireland
. . . lookin' around for Jeane
. . . lookin' around for Jeane
. . . lookin' around for Jeane
. . . lookin' around for Jeane