Album: Songs for Mary
Mary, oh, Mary
It was a beautiful night
I crossed the freeway in just my bare feet
The blacktop was still warm by the vending machine
And all the trees used for naming the street
Mary, oh, Mary
His eyes drawn by the shade
Like a bird with a nest on its mind
And all the leaves and all the twigs stuck together by spit
From your kiss and a very sweet wine
Mary, oh, Mary
I guess I was drawn by the light
The light from the cars going by And I know you think I’m always running away but
Don’t you see, to be free, the me needs to die in our mind