Blues For Janice

She picks up the lost souls
 Kills their fear
 And takes them home.
 She wraps them in tenderlove 
 And she mens their broken bones. 

 When Janice smiles
 I swear the angels sing
 There's a lucky soul
 On every read she's been

 So when the clouds
 Blow hard and bring the rain
 I will hear your voice
 And see your face again
 Each rising moon
 With remember, what you done,
 Bless you...
 Janice blue.

 She's the type so hard to find
 On this dark and dangerous way
 She hears a cry for mercy
 And she listens what is says.

 Whan Janice smiles
 I swear the angels sing
 There's a lucky soul
 On every road she's been

 So when the clouds
 Blow hard and bring the rain
 I will hear your voice
 And see your face again. 
 Each rising moon
 With every setting sun.
 I will remember, what you done. 
 Bless you...
 Janice blue.