If My Mary Were Here (long version)
Words and Music by 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

But I'm standing here in tatters 
Like some rag picker's dream
Tumbling down the rapids
Of a swollen flood tide stream

And 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 drinkin'
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
And packin' up our camper
With a rendevous in mind

And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park
If Mary were here
But she split...
So, I got lit

I'm so sorry that I called you Babe
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'd dropped you in the dirt
I know you're not my lady now
But Baby how I hurt

I would toss away my troubles
When my Mary was here
But I'm lost inside the rubble
'Cause my Mary's not here

I'm a sad sack Sir Gallahad
Whose sword's around his knees
With a Grail no longer holy
And a prayer that's saying please

I'm drunk and seeing double
'Cause my Mary's not here
Are you there?
Could you still care?

You know I could whistle up an old tune Babe
That your memory might just recall
And I could rustle up some reminisce
'Bout the good old days and all

If I was seeking someone else
You know I could find some way to hide
But I'm just pleadin' like a pauper babe
And it leaves no place for pride

It's too quiet in this house
Mary's not here
I'm a young old sodden souse
'Cause my Mary's not here

But could I come on over
With my heart in my hands
And place it on your pillow Babe
Like a rusty old tin can

I know I'm just a louse
But my Mary's not here
Once again be the friend
That you've been, and take me in
Please take me in...