She's sitting on the corner of her bed 

In a small rented room in Montreal 

Long curly hair, hands between her knees 

With her head hung down 

She hasn't said a word since morning 

I don't understand 

She usually talks like a little bird 

Today she hasn't made a sound



Janine, Janine, talk to me, Janine



Don't even know if she's listening to me 

I might be talking to myself hopelessly 

While she looks right through me 

Like I'm not even here 

If only there were something I could say 

To make her believe it's going to be okay 

And there's just no way 

She'll ever have to live alone



Janine, Janine, believe in me, Janine ...



Janine, don't you see that it doesn't really matter 

What anybody says, what anybody does 

I'll still love you 

I'll still love you 

And if the world's getting harder and harder 

To understand 

And you need a hand 

I'll be there when you need me 

I'm going to be there when you need me



Janine, Janine, you're not alone, Janine ...