I would not be so stoned
If my Mary were here
And 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

You know 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
And 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 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
But my Mary's not here
Once again be the friend
That you've been
And take me in

Please take me in