Janie Runaway

It must have been my lucky Thursday
Your dad went on that spree
Before the crew could put out the fires
You hopped a bus for NYC
Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark
Now you’re the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park
Who makes the morning fabulous
Who says today’s a fun day
Why do I feel like sailing again
Honey it’s you — Janie Runaway
Let’s grab some takeout from Dean and Deluca
A hearty gulping wine
You be the showgirl, I’ll be Sinatra
Way back in '59
Sweetness in heels, look at you in long black gloves
Come to Old Blue Eyes tell me, who do you love
Who makes the traffic interesting
Rescues a dreary Sunday
Who makes me feel like painting again
Honey it’s you — Janie Runaway
Let’s plan a weekend alone together
Out to Binky’s place
The sugar shack in Pennsylvania
Or would that be a federal case?
We’ll take the Big Red, the Blazer, it’s nice inside
And guess who’s coming along for the ride
Who has a friend named Melanie
Who’s not afraid to try new things
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain
Possibly you, Janie Runaway
Who makes the morning fabulous
Rescues a dreary Sunday
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain
Possibly you, Janie Runaway