mary this station is playing every sad song
i remember like we were alive
i heard it sunday morn'
from inside of these walls
in a prison cell
where we spent those nights
and they burnt up the diner
where i always used to find her
licking young boys blood from her claws
and i learned about the blues
from this kitten i knew
her hair was raven
and her heart was like a tomb
my heart's like a wound
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my first wife
everybody leaves
and i'd expect as much from you
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my old life
everybody leaves, so why,
why wouldn't you?
mary, i worried and stalled
every night of my life
better safe than making the party
and i never had a good time
i sat by my bedside with papers
and poetry about estella
great expectations
we had the greatest expectations
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my first wife
everybody leaves
and i'd expect as much from you
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my old life
everybody leaves, so why
why wouldn't you?
it's funny how the night moves
humming a song from 1962
we were always waiting
always waiting
we were always waiting
for something to happen
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my first wife
everybody leaves
and i'd expect as much from you
i saw tail lights last night
in a dream about my whole life
everybody leaves, so why,
why wouldn't you?
