Lyrics:

Mary's driving home again, she's crying again
Johnny left her for another girl
She's embarrassed by her loneliness and haunted by her shame
Everyone's reacting just the same
As she feared they would

Are we more concerned with the fruit of another
Never noticing our own barren branches?
Are we more consumed with casting stones at each other
While ignoring the lovers in our beds?
Our own beds in our heads

Mary's driving home again, turns on the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce
She could use a verse or two
Anything that brings just a few
Moments of light on the middle of this darkness

God hears her cries
As her tears fall rivaling the grains of sand
We have His heart
What is keeping us from being His hands?

Mary's driving home again, turns off the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce... yet