Sweet Jane

Here's another number from the CD I popped in on my way to work yesterday:

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it

I keep hearing the chorus in my head, over and over:

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

My middle name is Jane, but I didn't much like the name until I read Jane Eyre. That book helped me embrace it, and now the Cowboy Junkies are taking me a little further down that road:

Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
and anyone who's ever split apart

Yep, I have. This (Sarah) Jane has:

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane

Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile

Speaking of embracing yourself and where you are in your life, the Modern Love published the week before last has some particularly good things to say about that, and about love, of course. I've now submitted two columns to them, and both have been rejected. I guess I still don't know what my love story is about? I definitely don't know how it ends.

La la la la, la la la, etc...

Only that I'm gonna be somebody's:

Sweet (Sarah) Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane...