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