Jane Alone and someone else
set out across the lawn
after the rapid train
with gloves they'd brought along

And underneath the stupid moon
impaled upon their prank
Jane Alone and someone else
made a mess of Frank

His hand was where his nose should be
his head stuck up his ass
he walked on one leg naturally
and watched the bipeds pass

So now and then, when lost friends call
to recount the past
Frank forgets cause he came too late
and love's run out of gas
and love's run out of gas