If My Mary Were Here - Harry Chapin
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.
Artist: Harry Chapin
Title: If My Mary Were Here