You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped the way down your face You were a miracle, I was just holdin' your space Well, you were a dancer and I was a rag The song in my head, it was all that I had Hope was a letter I never could send Well, love was a country we couldn't defend Well, you were a magazine, I was a Plain Jane Just walking the sidewalks and covered in rain Love to just get into some of your stories Me, all of my Plain Jane glory Just me and all of my Plain Jane glory