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 whose sword s around his knees with a grail no longer holy and a prayer that s sayin 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 i m lost inside the rubble 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 seein double but my mary s not here once again be the friend that you ve been and take me in please take me in
['classic rock', 'country rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']