Mary Jane, She’s Gone

4 Jan

she dances on the patio this evening

a fancy ball is spinning in her head

she smokes the devils cigarettes and drinks his fancy tea

through bamboo she’s calling you, a whistling melody

when you arrive you’ll see, when you arrive you’ll see

Mary Jane she’s gone, Mary Jane she’s gone,

and all the life that she’ll never know

no one can ever show to Mary Jane

and chances are that she’ll be back tomorrow

when her breath will bring her body back to life

it drags her from her barstool dream and picks her world apart

the sun is down you know she’s bound to make another start

to stop her slowly beating heart, to stop her slowly beating heart


bridge   the whistle blows she’s off and running

to the devil’s den and the moon is coming

May 2, 1991 Copyright 1991-2010, brent david fraser, all rights reserved

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