Mary, this station is playing every sad song I remember like we were alive I heard and sung them all from inside of these walls In a prison cell, where we spent those nights
And they burned 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
And 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?
Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life Better safe than making the party And I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside With papers and poetry about Estella
With great expectations We had the greatest of 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 We were 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 old life Everybody leaves and why, why wouldn’t you?