You know what?

Jane’s Fashions hasn’t been a clothes shop for years,

But everyone ‘round here still calls it Jane’s

 

See,

Jane’s shop had a wall that was just right,

We’d sit there most nights

‘cause

Jane never turned off her lights.

 

We were here when the giant hailstones came,

And when it rained

Jane looked on. 

 

Now Jane’s long since gone

But the ritual still goes on.

 

Kids still sitting all night on the wall

I think they’re waiting for the hail to fall 

again,

 

And they still call it Jane’s.