Queen Jane Approximately Songtext
von Bob Dylan & Grateful Dead

When your mother sent back all your invitations
And your father to your sister, he explains
That you′re tired of yourself and all your creations

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have died, have died in battle or in vain
And you're tired, tired of yourself and all of your creations

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

When you′re audience, all advisers heave their plastic
At your feet, at your feet to convince you of your pain
And, and you wish your situation should be more drastic


Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all of the bandits that you've commissioned
And read out your destruction, oh you′re to blame
And you want someone [Incomprehenisble]

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all your, all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
[Incomprehensible]
And you want someone, when you don't have to speak to

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?