Jenny Fey

Jenny Fey lives in the house

where she's been for all her life

and Jenny Fey has got no friends,

she feeds her cat and knits and mends.

Oh, can't you see the lonely crying in the world?

Oh, can't you feel the lonely crying in the world?

Yet, the Jenny Feys go on.

Jenny Fey, she wears a frock,

hides her memories with a lock.

Jenny Fey remains obscure

just a tone through the massive blur.

Oh, can't you see the lonely crying in the world?

Oh, can't you feel the lonely crying in the world?

Yet, the Jenny Feys go on.

Jenny Fey would smile a song

and now her face is sad and drawn.

And Jenny Fey is thirty-five.

Jenny Fey was never alive.

Oh, can't you see the lonely crying in the world?

Oh, can't you feel the lonely crying in the world?

Yet, the Jenny Feys go on.

• Artist:Corey Hart
• Album:First Offense (1983)