Verse 1
The polyester vest she wears at the arcade
On a break from tearing tickets,
Every minute spt 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
Chorus
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 you’re hungry honey
But I promise you that things will change
Just don’t let your life’s income determine your life’s outcome
Solo – , , , ,
Verse 2
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
Chorus
Solo – , , , , , ,
, B#
Chorus x2
Outro