Hail Mary

Oh Mary, I'm not coming home too soon

Tell all our babies that daddy has gone to the moon

My feet were sold to this winding road

My feet were sold, baby, long ago

Oh Mary, I've left you a pile of dough

Under the floor boards near Billy-Joel's radio

Baby I love you, but there's no chance

Baby I love you, but where's romance?

Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose

Driving at 90 an hour

The Devil knows me

Oh Mary I think of your eyes every day

If I could see them I surely would not run away

When we were young there was so much time

When I was young there was so much time

Oh Mary, I'm not coming home too soon...