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