Hey Jane

The polyester vest she wears at the arcade

On a break from tearing tickets

Every minute spent on this old pinball machine

Saving up her money to pay her tuition

"Got a little left over" she thinks

So she puts it in the machine

Cause she's got a high score to beat

Hey Jane I got a little money

Wanna spend it on a night away?

We'll drive until tomorrow, Drive a mile for all our sorrows

Hey Jane I know your hungry honey

But I promise you that things will change

Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome

She had a good job that she traded for cocaine

Everyday became the same

And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast

Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess

She's trying harder to convince herself

That all her better days are not in the past

And that this paycheck's gonna last