mary this station is playing every sad song i remember like we were alive i heard it sunday morn' from inside of these walls in a prison cell where we spent those nights and they burnt up the diner where i always used to find her licking young boys blood from her claws and I learned about the blues from this kitten i knew her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb my heart's like a wound
i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife everybody leaves why wouldn't you?
mary, i worried and stalled every night of my life better safe than making any those parties and i never had a good time i sat by my bedside with papers and poetry about estella great expectations we had the greatest expectations
i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife everybody leaves and i'd expect as much from you i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life everybody leaves, so why why wouldn't you?
it's funny how the night moves humming a song from 1962 we were always waiting always waiting we were always waiting for something to happen
i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife everybody leaves and i'd expect as much from you i saw tail lights last night in a dream about my whole life everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?