If My Mary Were Here

Harry Chapin

Compositor: Harry Chapin

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.