Well you were a magazine, I was a plain-Jane Just walking the sidewalks All covered in rain
the song in my head, well was all that I had
Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is haunted, the future is laced
I’ll never be able to explain why this song touches me so deeply. Just me and all of my plain jane glory.
Heartbreak you know drives a big black car, I swear I was in the backseat, just minding my own.
heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.
Well you were a magazine, I was a plain Jane Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain Loved to just get into one...