What Comes Next Lyrics - Singles - David Arn

Healing sad Jane over coffee 

At the upstream Gallery East 

It's there we compare pains we bear the best 

With pleasures we share the least 

She's been gone, her mind is on the ropes again 

Back from London, where coming undone, is no longer such a deal 

Paint on her dreams has trouble drying, 

she's been stunt flying over danger zones 

as she lifts up her eyes, finds her stage, and makes her appeal. 

It's not like we're waiting 

For a world that connects 

We're not anticipating 

Some miracle that corrects 

All this time alone 

We've always known it was more complex 

We're waiting for what comes next 

She doesn't want genius in a stroller 

She knows heaven is not the sky 

Long gone are days when newspapers talked to her 

And flags waved goodbye 

Sad Jane, I wish I could contain 

Every storm you see in the lull 

So many nights your pillow is staying empty now 

While your mind is staying full