Chris Rea - Blues For Janice

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. Whan 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.