Wake up Mary, come back home
and you’ll find that you’re not fooling anyone
all your life, you feigned to roam
Never far from where you started
A gift to the broken-hearted
Wake up Mary, say hello
It seems like you’ve been sleeping far too long
the day is later than you know
all the flourishes once tasted
have suddenly all been wasted
Wake up Mary, take a bow
and then figure where you’re gonna run to now
When there’s nothing to say
You keep on talking anyway
where will you find shelter
when the laughter dies away?