paroles de chanson Jane - Christine Lavin

Last time I saw her was 1969
Sophomore in high school, the oldest childhood friend of mine
We grew up together on the grounds of a private school
Both of our dads were teachers but we pretended that we were cool
When she was 4 years old she wore lipstick and plastic high heels
Strutted around the campus, I thought she was a very, very big deal
Though I was one year older, she was so much bolder
When the school went bankrupt, we parted but I told her
We'd be friends for all time
That was 1969

What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane

I was at the Indianapolis airport, checking my machine
When I heard your message, "Guess who this is, Christine?"
A voice from your past getting back in touch
"I'm coming to New York next week, I wanna see you so much"
I was stunned, I called her, we laughed just like old times
Picked up where we both left off in 1969
Talked about the passing years, made plans to rendezvous
Oh, Jane, it was so good to hear from you

What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane

You arrive at my apartment, we laugh and hug and squeal
Say that we both look the same when we know that's not for real
We bring each other up to date, both our dads are gone
Marvel at how well our moms have carried on
You're not surprised at how I live, you say you always knew
I would not take the beaten path, I had thought the same for you
What happened to that little girl who bent all the rules?
The 4-year-old in lipstick raising hell in that private school

What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane

You show me pictures of your second husband, your horses and your kids
Though outwardly you're happy, I suspect you're keeping a tight lid
I take you to a restaurant recommended by the Times
We order a la carte, we wash it down with wine
We drink a toast to 1969
Your words are tumbling too fast for me to hear
The past and present are colliding, you look close to tears
But you do not break, you laugh and joke then take another sip
I pretend not to see that tremble in your lip

What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane

I put you in a taxi as it begins to rain
I hug you, it was so good to finally see you, Jane
You drive off and I feel guilty 'cause I know
I could have probed much deeper but you said you had to go
What made you place that phone call? Are you longing for the past?
Are you grasping for the friendship teenagers think will last?
Are you the girl that I remember? Are you the woman that I see?
Are you as confused when you look at me?

What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane
What are we doing with our lives?
I can see the disappointment in your eyes
You look like one of those society wives
Oh, Jane