On the Greyhound to the town where you grew up,
You were holding hands with Mary Anne,
You didn't know her eyes were shut.
On the highway where the cities disappear,
Oh my god she looks so beautiful,
A pencil tucked behind her ear
Oh! She looks so good you don't know what to do.
Oh! Don't get your hopes up,
She won't fall in love with you.
Playing hockey with her brothers on the lake.
If you knew what she was up to, boy,
Your virgin heart would probably break.
Drinking whiskey sours and dancing on the lawn.
And then fumbling with some stranger
In the bathroom of the restaurant.
Oh! She looks like such a sweet and pretty girl.
In the picture on her parents wall of you and her in school.
Oh! You stop by her house, she's nowhere to be found.
And now the snow is falling thick and fast
And painting shadows on the ground.
