Healing sad Jane over coffee
At the upstream Gallery East
Itâ??s there we compare pains we bear the best

With pleasures we share the least

Sheâ??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,
sheâ??s been stunt flying over danger zones

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

Itâ??s not like weâ??re waiting

For a world that connects
Weâ??re not anticipating
Some miracle that corrects

All this time alone
Weâ??ve always known it was more complex
Weâ??re waiting for what comes next


She doesnâ??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