Broken like the windows in the house that loved to harm
She's staring into the glass
And I need conversation like I need another drink
Knowing these rivers are bound to pass
Don't know the words 'cause they're always changing
Oh, but I think I know what she means
Trapped in a motel and the sound of our lips
Lookin' around for Jeane
Lookin' around for Jeane
Nineteen years and nothing, baby where do I begin