If My Mary Were Here

I would not be so stoned

If my mary were here

I don't think i'd have phoned you

If my mary were here

I'm a sad sack sir galahad

Who's sword's around his knees

With a grail no longer holy

And a prayer that's saying - please

I would not be alone

If my mary were here

But she took off

And lord i'm lost.

I don't think i'd be drinking

If my mary were here

And i know what i'd be thinking

If my mary were here

We'd be wrapping up a blanket

Full of cheddar cheese and wine

Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind

And we'd picnic out in lincoln park

If mary were here

But she split

So i got lit

I'm sorry that i called you

In the middle of the night

But you're the one who listens

When i need a little light

I know we haven't talked

Since i dropped you in the dirt

I know you're not my lady now

But baby, how i hurt.

(i could whistle up an old tune

That your memory might recall

Rustle up some reminisce

'bout the good old days and all

If i were seeking someone else

I could find a way to hide

But i'm pleading like a pauper, babe

And it leaves no place for pride)

I would toss away my troubles

When my mary was here

But now i'm lost inside the ruble

Cause my mary's not here

So could i come on over

With my heart in my hands

And place it on your pillow

Like a rusty old tin can

I'm drunk and seeing double

And my mary's not here

Once again

Be the friend

That you've been

And take me in.

Please take me in.