| Can I explain it? | |
| It's not not an easy thing to do | |
| A cryptic fascination | |
| Seems to get me through | |
| A darkened stranger | |
| Who left me full of doubt | |
| She'd tell me that she loved me | |
| Then the lights went out | |
| Jane Doe, what was her name | |
| Where did she go | |
| Jane Doe, she slipped away again | |
| Does anybody know? | |
| Jane Doe | |
| Platonic whisper | |
| That makes me want to shout | |
| Then she always disappears | |
| Like a lady from a Barcly House | |
| Who is this woman | |
| Someone that I invent | |
| I follow all night long | |
| Like a bloodhound on a secret | |
| Jane Doe, what was her name | |
| Where did she go | |
| Jane Doe, she slopped away without | |
| a trace | |
| I still don't know | |
| Jane Doe | |
| There's no fault, no blame | |
| Love can twist the brain | |
| This picture lost its frame | |
| And John has lost his Jane | |
| Jane Doe, what was her name | |
| Where did she go | |
| Jane Doe, slippped away again | |
| Does anybody know? | |
| Jane Doe | |
| There's no fault, no blame | |
| Love can twist the brain | |
| This picture lost its frame | |
| And John has lost his Jane |