Jeanette was a
dancer I suppose I knew her well Her
feet danced miracles I was lost within
her spell
Jeanette knew a singer Was the leader
of some band Looked just like a boy And
stood just like a man
And it rains all down the avenue Yes
it rains all down the avenue Just for
you
The kids in the back street cry You
hear their voices in your brain The world
is full of hungry souls Behind the window
panes
Little Jenny on the high wire Slow
motion as she fell Sometimes I think
the wire is me The tragedy as well
And it rains all down the avenue Yes
it rains all down the avenue Just for
you boy
I work on the west side Jeanette I
pulled your strings I stood upon the
pavement I never owned a thing
And still I am the singer I know my
song so well The rain falls through my
eyes And lands below the shell
And it rains all down the avenue Yes
it rains all down the avenue Just for
you boy
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