She shouts magic in her deeply smiling eyes
any hint of sadness in her soul would surprise
She's the kind you picture in nature scenes
you know, with her back against a tree
and the birds and things come down and kiss her on the cheek
But what's this on her cheek right now
it's a tear that's rolling down
and this ain't no tear of joy
Oh it simply can't be love
then again I guess it could be love
Janie's crying
She's crying, and I know
Well I know I'm witnessing the murder of what once was love
Getting back to that nature scene
it's important to note that she's sitting alone
no white knight to make her dreams come true
he left on his horse in confusion
chasing gender illusions
and she ain't supposed to be the sad one
but in this case, everyone's a sad one
Now I wouldn't consider us close
but when she walks by, i know that she ain't supposed to cry
and I just wonder when it's gonna stop
now when's it gonna stop?
Somebody make it stop