If My Mary Were Here-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 And 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 I＇m lost inside the rubble 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.