Mary Jo, sitting alone
Drinking tea, she just got home
She wants, I don`t know what you want
Mary Jo, living alone
Drinking gin with the telly on
She wants
The night to follow day and back again
She doesn`t want to sleep
Well who could blame her if she wants?
The night to follow day and back again
She doesn`t want to sleep
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she`s sleeping?
Mary Jo, back with yourself
For company, keep telling yourself you`re young
It`ll happen soon
Mary Jo, no one can see
What you`ve been through
Now you`ve got love to burn
It`s someone else`s turn to go through Hell
Now you can see them come from twenty yards
Yeah you can tell
It`s someone else`s turn to take a fall
And now you are the one who`s strong enough to help them
The one who`s strong enough to help them
The one who`s strong enough to help them all
Mary Jo, you`re looking thin
You`re reading a book, `The State I Am In`
But oh, it doesn`t help at all
What you want is a cigarette
And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull
Because life is never dull in your dreams
A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it
Life is never dull in your head
A sorry tale of action and the men you left for
Women, and the men you left for
Intrigue, and the men you left for dead