Blues for Janice
She picks up the lost soulsKills their fear and takes them homeShe wraps them in tender loveAnd she means their broken bones
When Janice smilesI hear the angels singThere's a lucky soulOn every read she's been
So when the cloudsBlow hard and bring the rainI will hear your voiceAnd see your face again
Each rising moon with every setting sunI will remember, what you doneBless you...Janice blue
She's the type so hard to findOn this dark and dangerous wayShe hears a cry for mercyAnd she listens what it says
When Janice smilesI hear the angels singThere's a lucky soulOn every road she's been
So when the cloudsBlow hard and bring the rainI will hear your voiceAnd see your face again
Each rising moon with every setting sunI will remember, what you doneBless you...Janice blue