Late at night sad Mary sings
About love and silly things.
All her dreams have Icarus wings
It seems.
And nothing's really true
Except it's true she's really blue
But what the hell's a poor girl like her
Got left to lose.
Once she had a lover
She thought he loved her like no other
But when she tried to tell him all her crazy dreams
He was much too much a man
To even try and understand
He'd rather watch their love fall apart at the seams.
Now she sits here at the bar
With her best friend Johnny Powers
He's the only one who listens to her cry
She couldn't have loved her lover more
But he still walked out the door
So now her attitude to love
Is why even bloody try.
Maybe one day when she's older
And just a little bolder
She'll try again to find a love that's true
Until that day comes along
She's gonna sit and sing her song
Telling us the story
The story of the blues.
