MARY’S HOUSE

My father’s got a big mouth in his armchair.

But he’s quiet when the strangers pass through town.

I swore I’d never grow up wearing those boots.

Just echoing that old man’s fucked up sounds.

Well, all these things will pass. All these things will pass.

I’ll fill the car with gas and leave for Mary’s house.

 

I hoist the pirate flag up on my Chevy. 

A dust cloud at the liquor store from me.

I guess I drove her crazy how I loved her.

And won’t my daddy be so proud of me?

And all these things will pass. All these things will pass.

They’ll come around the pass...surrounding Mary’s house.

 

Every time I think of her in Fairvale.

Bouncing off that yellow canvas wall.

Well, I just blame myself for how her face looks.

And if she can hear me, I’m sorry for it all.

All these things will pass. All these things will pass.

The old scars heal at last…the dark of Mary’s house.

 

I just had a pistol pointed at me.

Some bad men had me dead in point-blank range.

But off they went just laughing in the black night.

I could have been a headline for a change.

All these things will pass. All these things will pass.

I’m on the front porch trashed. Down at Mary’s house.

 

Drunk and reeling underneath a street light.

Throwing rocks through windows at the church.

The stained glass breaks in pieces just like she did.

A thousand splinters crashing to the dirt.

All these things will pass. All these things will pass.

The last request I ask, to stay at Mary’s house.

Yes, all these things will pass. All these things will pass.

I'll lay beneath the grass down at Mary’s house.

 

Jim Walker - Guitars, Bass, Keys, Percussion, Programming, Lead Vocal, BGVX