Janine

She's sitting on the corner of her bed

In a small rented room in Montreal

Long curly hair, hands between her knees

With her head hung down

She hasn't said a word since morning

I don't understand

She usually talks like a little bird

Today she hasn't made a sound

Janine, Janine, talk to me, Janine

Don't even know if she's listening to me

I might be talking to myself hopelessly

While she looks right through me

Like I'm not even here

If only there were something I could say

To make her believe it's going to be okay

And there's just no way

She'll ever have to live alone

Janine, Janine, believe in me, Janine

Janine, don't you see that it doesn't really matter

What anybody says, what anybody does

I'll still love you

I'll still love you

And if the world's getting harder and harder

To understand

And you need a hand

I'll be there when you need me

I'm going to be there when you need me

Janine, Janine, you're not alone, Janine