If My Mary Were Here (Live) Harry Chapin

[Intro]
God, it's amazing how there've been certain key moments in my life when I've been a real S.O.B. and it doesn't turn out well, and then I go back and ask somebody to have pity on me, you know? It's amazing. Here we go. One. 

[Verse 1]
I would not be so stoned if my Mary were here
I don't think I'd have phoned you if my Mary were here
But I'm standin' here in tatters like some ragpicker's dream
Tumblin' down the rapids of a swollen flood-tide stream
And I would not be alone if my Mary were here
But she took off, and Lord, I'm lost

[Verse 2]
I don't think I'd be drinking if my Mary were here
And I know what I'd be thinking if my Mary were here
We'd be wrapping up our blankets full of cheddar cheese and wine
Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind
And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park if Mary were here
But she split, so I got lit

[Bridge]
I'm so sorry that I called you, babe, in the middle of the night
But you're the one who listens when I need a little light
I know we haven't talked since I dropped you in the dirt
I know you're not my lady now, but baby, how I hurt

[Verse 3]
I would toss away my troubles when my Mary was here
But I'm lost inside the rubble 'cause my Mary's not here
I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad whose sword's around his knees
With a grail no longer holy and a prayer that's sayin' please
I'm drunk and seein' double 'cause my Mary's not here
Are you there? Could you still care?