[Verse 1]
Jane, it sure looks like rain
These Canadian plains
And your windblown hair
Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds
The smell of the ground
In the ripening air
I have seen you
In your fluttering dress
And your dry face of steel
As you're dragging your red rowing boat
Cross the forever fields
[Verse 2]
See Jane, something's gone dead
Inside my head
There's nothing but fear
Jane the rivers of grief
The tears of relief
Seem ages from here
Sometimes the beauty of life
Hits like lightning washing everything clear
And these dimmers of doubt flicker
Fade out and disappear
[Chorus]
But Jane, that is a luxury
There are those of little faith it seems
And they beg for truth like charity
And I see them on every street corner
They are holding out one righteous hand
While the other leads the marching band
In the shadow hymn of the scratchman
Heed the message, kill the messenger
[Verse 3]
Oh Jane, I heard you found love
Wriggling up from the mud
On the shores of Granville
Oh but Jane, in the wink of an eye
The naysayers fly
Like the hounds at your heels
Oh Jane, they'll whisper your name
And you won't feel the chains
You won't see the moss
Oh Jane, there's an art to the game
The aesthetics of love
The athletics of loss
Sometimes someone drifts by
And our nets get entwined in the sea
And in time I might find
They still mean something to me
[Chorus]
But Jane, that is a luxury
There are those of little faith in me
And they pull me down like gravity
And I see them on every street corner
They are masters in the sleight of hand
They are dancers and they step so grand
To the shibboleth of Shadowland
Heed the message, kill the messenger
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