Hop the fence
Check what's going on next door
A troubling dance
She doesn't come here anymore
First thing I see
Pat is toking
He says let's walk
To the Conserve store
Gets three of a kind
And it reminds him
Of Mary Jane Lane
It's all the same
No room to complain
Of Mary Jane Lane
I biked on you
Ya I miss you too
Of Mary Jane Lane
I grew up with you
Now I sit and think about what I do
Get back to the house
Pat says let's hit the local joint
Gets out of the car
No one there but older folk
He sits at the bar
He can see she knows his face
Gets him a beer
And asks where you from
Oh Mary Jane Lane
It's all the same
Don't get so drained
Oh Mary Jane Lane
I fell on you
Now you hang in my room
Oh Mary Jane Lane
That's where I came
It all starts with you