Took a trip on a gaudy ship
Just to be with you
But I never would had I known
That our “we” would die at sea
Now just look at me
I’m drifting, sad and alone
Mary, Mary, won’t you ring my bell?
I promise that I won’t tell
But you should be with me tonight
‘Cause everybody has someone
Who will make them feel alright
You light me like a Christmas tree
In the winter morning
Your sunlight knocking my door
A sea change from a place deranged
Messing up my head with illusion, money, and war
Saw your crappy band play in New York
It made me feel like a dork
‘Cause I could never be a Brooklynite
But everybody has some place
That will make them feel alright
And once it kept me happy
Now it makes me sad
That all the things I’ve dreamed of
I’ve mostly never had
But I know, yes, I know
There’s like a million other people
Who would gladly take my place and all my woes
Yes, I know
I’m lovesick from a well-placed kick
In my bleeding heart
But I can’t say it was a surprise
To dramatize or internalize?
Well, it’s the situation:
I’m parading what I’d rather disguise
Mary, Mary, won’t you make me well?
Put me under a spell
Making color in the black and white
‘Cause everybody has something
That will make them feel alright

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