Mary Says

Mary says she smells the winter coming in She sniffs the cooling air like some old dog She says the problem with these endless summers Is endless summers always have to end

She pack a pen inside an empty pocket She says it's all she's ever going to need "I'll write a book of poems if I get hungry" She looks around just once before she leaves

Everybody's always saying goodbye Everybody's got some place to leave Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Beheaded suns will light her crooked pathway Six-pointed stars illuminate her road Amputee moons guide her through her darkest nights And silver armies help to ease her load

She says her problem with these endless summers Is endless summers always have to end The thinning sky is throwing lovely shadows The summer's gone and autumn's almost spent

Everybody's always saying goodbye Everybody's got some place to leave Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Everybody always says goodbye

Everybody's always saying goodbye Everybody's got some place to leave Mary feels the winter coming in She smelt it on the cooling breeze

Mary says Mary says