She's got her eye on the wind She resents her own skin She wants to fly She's got a bend in her mind She treats herself so unkind She don't know why
Innocent Jane She's got an innocent name But in the still of the night or in the heat of the light she'll confess to you that everybody's guilty she'll confess to you that everybody's guilty
Well, everybody can stare They won't find nothing there incriminating It's all buried inside where it can stay safe and hide latent destruction, lying in waiting
Come on, Jane, throw that stuff away You got to let yourself die every day Because the thief breaks in to kill and steal He don't make no friends and his words ain't real He will take you out and beat on you and after all of this is through he'll make you promise that you'll never tell he wants your loyalty in the fires of hell You got to run into the arms of someone kinder Someone who doesn't care what a woman's put behind her
Just say, "Forgiver of sins, Won't you come right on in and in the still of the night by a sweet candlelight tell me how You came to be the Savior of the guilty how You came to be the Savior of the guilty."