Musing On Jane by Robert Wynne Music: "Jane" by Barenaked Ladies © 2005 She lives inside my head, sweet Jane the muse She lives on fiction, cigarettes and booze She dictates plots to me and I just weep I wish she would shut up and let me sleep Jane, doesn't seem to understand I have to work Jane, doesn't care that she is acting like a jerk Jane Jane I wrote a story and thought it was grand I didn't know she had four sequels planned I must look like a crazy foreigner Arguing with myself on street corners Jane, has more ideas than I've hours in the day Jane, pesters me all night and will not go away Jane Jane I wrote a novel Tor should have got it yesterday Why it would be best now to take a short rest now is what I cannot explain to Jane Still living in my head, sweet Jane the muse Still sending more ideas than I can use I'm not sure how she got inside my brain I write her words out longhand on the train Jane, has yet another trilogy for me to write Jane, doesn't see why I think I should sleep tonight Jane Jane