| jane fakes a hug / she throws herself down on the rug | |
| what's wrong / my dragging days are whipping long | |
| i can't go on / time chained friendless / oh jane i thought / let's end this | |
| i'd tell her more my thinking | |
| but she'd just stare back blinking | |
| can't find attraction hate our new house | |
| she don't get / she don't get my work | |
| jane's made me flirt / in fact i've met this girl, annette | |
| i made a pass my life's a crumbled mess | |
| i took the girl's address | |
| she just broke up with paul and i think jane knows her | |
| boredom crept up and found me | |
| temptation follows mounts me | |
| our oaths our realty a good job a husband | |
| a husband or what / christ, jane, i'm not, i never was | |
| she turns spits out / we're done get out / i wanna say good luck | |
| but i don't wanna hold you up | |
| you bastard son of dirt | |
| can't picture our house without you | |
| two aprils go / i'd / offer all to god on high | |
| tell why / i got this far with none for wife | |
| this charming life / i can't un-jane me | |
| she married paul / that fall / aprils ago |