What Comes Next Lyrics

Healing sad Jane over coffee

At the upstream Gallery East

It's there we compare pains we bear the best

With pleasures we share the least

She's been gone, her mind is on the ropes again

Back from London, where coming undone, is no longer such a deal

Paint on her dreams has trouble drying,

She's been stunt flying over danger zones

As she lifts up her eyes, finds her stage, and makes her appeal.

It's not like we're waiting

For a world that connects

We're not anticipating

Some miracle that corrects

All this time alone

We've always known it was more complex

We're waiting for what comes next

She doesn't want genius in a stroller

She knows heaven is not the sky

Long gone are days when newspapers talked to her

And flags waved goodbye

Sad Jane, I wish I could contain

Every storm you see in the lull

So many nights your pillow is staying empty now

While your mind is staying full