Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboard bare

Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness is
But I look in your eyes
And I know that it isn't there

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Oh, Jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave

But you still hope for ridding grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean, Jeane

No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because I think that you know
I really think you know
I think you know the truth, Jeane

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Cash on the nail
It's just a fairy tale
And I don't believe in magic anymore, Jeane

But I think you know
I really think you know
Oh, you know the truth, Jeane

We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

Oh, Jeane