Blues For Janice - Chris Rea

She picks up the lost souls

Kills their fear

And takes them home

She wraps them in tenderlove

And she mens their broken bones

When Janice smiles

I swear the angels sing

There’s a lucky soul

On every read she’s been

So when the clouds

Blow hard and bring the rain

I will hear your voice

And see your face again

Each rising moon

With remember, what you done

Bless you…

Janice blue

She’s the type so hard to find

On this dark and dangerous way

She hears a cry for mercy

And she listens what is says

When Janice smiles

I swear the angels sing

There’s a lucky soul

On every road she’s been

So when the clouds

Blow hard and bring the rain

I will hear your voice

And see your face again

Each rising moon

With every setting sun

I will remember, what you done

Bless you…

Janice blue