Talking to Mary

Elliott Smith
Talking to Mary

Talking to Mary
You know you don't have to shout
She can hear what you're thinking
Like you were saying it right out loud

She sees behind
That dirty look
It was her that followed down
Every stupid turn that you took

One day she'll go, I told you so
One day she'll go, I told you so

Saw the one big problem
You keep under your hat
And it's pretty unlikely
That anybody else will be cool with that

You got bus fare in your pocket
And more money down in your sock
But she can't tell you how to contact her
If you won't listen to her talk

One day she'll go, I told you so
One day she'll go, I told you so

It's no problem,
I'll just keep quiet if it's easier for you
To make believe in then
That I don't love you as much as I do

One day she'll go, I told you so
One day she'll go, I told you so
I told you so, I told you so

"Empty"

Ray LaMontagne
-Empty

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we make

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me

There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged