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 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 now i'm lost inside the ruble 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.