Janice

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, big letters dance on walls. if love holds true, knows which notes to rise, they go wild for you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter what the sight, strains to belt out tones, they call you Miss Fortune, wise before your time, how you wish it true, screams from the auditorium, dreams of roadie paradise, flames without a home, your brassy lovely soul, blazes beyond our night, but desert wind blows cold, clouds ride black and blue, in evenings of winter fire, do you sing to atone, life turns out alright?