March 11, 1962 – Mary Gauthier

Hello, this is Mary, March 11, 1962
It took me forty years and five hundred dollars to find you
I know it’s almost Christmas, I don’t mean to make you cry
Now you ask me why I’m calling, I don’t know why

Hello, hello, say somethin’, don’t leave me hangin’ here like this
If there’s somethin’ right to say right now, I don’t know what it is
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I’m terrified
Now you ask me why I’m calling, I don’t know why

You say that I’m a secret and nobody knows
You can’t talk about it now and really gotta go
You wish you’d a done it different then but you did not know how
And it’s too late to change any of it now

I must have though about this moment ’bout a hundred thousand times
But I never could gest past hello, or imagine what I’d find
I guess somewhere deep inside o’ me I knew I was a liar
Don’t ask me why I’m calling, I don’t know why

You say that you loved me but I’m a secret you can’t tell
And the hole you hide in’s wider than the waiting gates of hell
You wish you’d a done it different then but you did not know how
And it’s too late to change any of it now

Look, I know we’re strangers but we might just hurt the same
I’m not lookin’ for “I’m sorry”, I’m not lookin’ to lay blame
I guess I had to thank you once, before this life went by
Yeah, that’s why I called, goodbye