when the clocks turn ten i will let you in my room once more
goes to show that i’m not all done with your help
when i’m on your case while breathing down your neck real slow
guess i’ve got another story to tell
so i speak it till we both grow old and tired
do the math it takes to leave you there
while thinking nobody does it better
i love you mary jane
it’s a win or lose type of witty blues i did with you
or a subtle beat that just won’t give in
and i know it’s not that easy to explain to you
but i truly don’t know where to begin
very thankful for the time we spent in solitude
hour after hour dry from the rain
though it’s hard for me to keep my promises to you
i will try over and over again
so i speak it till we both grow old and tired
push it forward till the nearly insane
while thinking nobody does it better
i love you mary jane