Mary lights a candle and places it at the foot of our bed
It tosses around the shadows of our disproportionatley large heads
And I say “Mary of mine, I once thought you were beautiful
But now it all seems weary and dead”

Mary glances up at me with her eyes completely dry
No shock in her smooth features, no element of surprise
And she says “Dave of mine, I once thought the same of you
and sadly we’re in agreement again”

Alone It’s two a.m. and God knows that I should be asleep
But this whiskey has me thinking of how I could’ve sunk so deep
And I cry “friends of mine, once we were inseparable
But now only tied by drunken memories”

Sitting on the hood of my car above the lights of this damn town
Scattered and strewn before me as they slowly draw me down
And I say “town of mine, what is it with this hold on me
Someday I’m going to burn you to the ground”