Lyrics:

The bitter thoughts of Little Jane
Are locked away
And will remain unspoken
Been let down
And kicked around
Been sent away without her token

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on

Never cries
Or even tries
So no-one really knows she wants to die
Been too long on her own
She's growing old
She's growing cold

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on

Peter's playing with his trains
And Sally kisses her doll again
Andrew plays at wild cowboys
But Little Jane she's got no toys

But she'll find her place
She'll find a head to pound on