JANE'S DIMITRI

The moment that she realized she'd already had the love of her life Was fifty years and five minutes too late He followed her halfway across the earth He followed her far from his Russian birth He followed her like he was Tarzan and she was Jane Well the moon belongs to no one but he promised it was hers She was sixteen on a class trip clutching freedom like a purse When they met one night in Moscow he had chips upon both shoulders Like a baby Johnny Rotton hypnotizing as a scream What is Jane supposed to say, what is Jane supposed to do Now she finally realizes what's always been more than true What is Jane supposed to feel now she finally hears his voice Like the days between the truth, leaving her no other choice Oh, Jane's Dimitri When he showed up at her doorstep she was shipwrecked and confused Disbelief is a defensive labyrinth of I-love-you's No one teaches girls to stand up to their parents or their fears No one preaches to the elders to bow down to teenage years What is Jane supposed to say, what is Jane supposed to do Now she finally realizes what's always been more than true Will they lock her up in madness will they throw away the key She has seen his face in strangers, made sweet love with enemies Does it matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air Kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas in despair Oh, Jane's Dimitri Well regret is like arthritus, gripping wisdom by the joint And you're gasping and you're drowning while love's sharpening her point Sixty-five and still a virgin to the wistfulness of risk She stopped writing after twelve months, she stopped crying after six What is Jane… What is Jane Now she finally recognizes what's always been in her way What is Jane supposed to feel now she finally hears his voice Like the days between the Sabbath leaving her no other choice Does it matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air Kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas in despair Oh, Jane's Dmitri