leo kottke
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 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  