see jane run
adkins, trace
dick and jane don't talk anymore
wishin' it could be like it was before
and she was packin' her stuff
he's standin' in the street with his hands in the air
there ain't a tear in her pretty blue eyes
he's just along for the ride
he's standin' in the street with his hands in the air
he's standin' in the street with his hands in the air