if my mary were here þarký sözü

i would not be so stoned
if my mary were here
i don´t think i´d have phoned you
if my mary were here
i´m a sad sack sir galahad
who´s sword´s around his knees
with a grail no longer holy
and a prayer that´s saying - please
i would not be alone
if my mary were here
but she took off
and lord i´m lost.
i don´t think i´d be drinking
if my mary were here
and i know what i´d be thinking
if my mary were here
we´d be wrapping up a blanket
full of cheddar cheese and wine
packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind
and we´d picnic out in lincoln park
if mary were here
but she split
so i got lit
i´m sorry that i called you
in the middle of the night
but you´re the one who listens
when i need a little light
i know we haven´t talked
since i dropped you in the dirt
i know you´re not my lady now
but baby, how i hurt.
(i could whistle up an old tune
that your memory might recall
rustle up some reminisce
´bout the good old days and all
if i were seeking someone else
i could find a way to hide
but i´m pleading like a pauper, babe
and it leaves no place for pride)
i would toss away my troubles
when my mary was here
but now i´m lost inside the ruble
cause my mary´s not here
so could i come on over
with my heart in my hands
and place it on your pillow
like a rusty old tin can
i´m drunk and seeing double
and my mary´s not here
once again
be the friend
that you´ve been
and take me in.
please take me in.