Meanwhile, on the roof Jeannie considers the vastness of the countryside The darkness of the mountains Jeannie's accustomed to bright lights and people She finds the quiet emptiness unnerving and impervious She's only staying here cause Sylvia asked her to Now that she's gone away, what's she supposed to do? Tend to the garden and admire the architecture While her personality pills like a worn-out t-shirt She was a journalist, wrote for the Sunday pages 'Til a young starlet captured her fascination Still caught up in the whirlwind, the past months are a blur She tries to trace the lines, they tangle in her mind She only loves her 'cause she's beautiful and sweet Complex and mysterious, and mildly delirious She's also something of an exhibitionist But Jeannie loves her and that's all that matters to her now Hey there superstar, don't forget you made you what you are Who put you on their radar? Sweet talk on the phone Ugly doubts that won't leave me alone