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 who made you what you are
Who put you on their radar?
Sweet talk on the phone
Ugly doubts that won't leave me alone