Tell Mary
LEO KOTTKE
Late last night I stood outside this room
Without the moon these windows were black
But I could see that I was not mistaken
And I would never be coming back
Down the street the shadows followed them
I guess some men were meant to grow cold
They just get lost and make it their discovery
Long shadows turn some hearts cold
Somebody please tell Mary
Somebody please tell Mary
Late last night I stood outside this room
Without the moon these windows were black
But I could see that I was not mistaken
And I will never be coming back
Somebody please tell Mary
Somebody please tell Mary