She's sitting on the corner of her bed In a small rented room in Montreal Long curly hair, hands between her knees With her head hung down She hasn't said a word since morning I don't understand She usually talks like a little bird Today she hasn't made a sound Janine, Janine, talk to me, Janine Don't even know if she's listening to me I might be talking to myself hopelessly While she looks right through me Like I'm not even here If only there were something I could say To make her believe it's going to be okay And there's just no way She'll ever have to live alone Janine, Janine, believe in me, Janine ... Janine, don't you see that it doesn't really matter What anybody says, what anybody does I'll still love you I'll still love you And if the world's getting harder and harder To understand And you need a hand I'll be there when you need me I'm going to be there when you need me Janine, Janine, you're not alone, Janine