Lyrics:

I would not be so stoned if my Mary were here
And I don't think I'd have phoned you if my Mary were 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 would not be alone if my Mary were here
But she took off, and Lord, I'm lost

You know, 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 a blanket full of cheddar cheese and wine
And 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

I'm sorry that I called you 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

I would toss away my troubles when my Mary was here
But I'm lost inside the rubble 'cause my Mary's not here
So could I come on over with my heart in my hands
And place it on your pillow like a rusty old tin can?
I'm drunk and seein' double but my Mary's not here
Once again, be the friend that you've been and take me in
Please take me in