Lovers In Our Heads

Mary's driving home again

She's crying again

Johnny left her for another girl

She's embarrassed by her loneliness

And haunted by her shame

And everyone's reacting just the same

As she feared they would

And are we more concerned

With the fruit of another

Never noticing our own barren branches?

And are we more consumed

With casting stones at each other

While ignoring the lovers in our beds

Our own beds in our heads?

Mary's driving home again, turns on the radio

'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce

She could use a verse or two

Anything that brings just a few moments of light

In the middle of this darkness

And are we more concerned

With the fruit of another

Never noticing our own barren branches?

And are we more consumed

With casting stones at each other

While ignoring the lovers in our beds

In our beds?

God hears her cries

As her tears fall rivaling the grains of sand

And we have His heart

What is keeping us from being His hands, His hands?

Mary's driving home again, turns off the radio

'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce yet