I was out of money
She was out of ideas
And she couldn't belive
I count my kicks
From stupid ideals
That she couldn't retirve
And I was Mary's boy at the time
And god she could really whine
But I was nobody's child in my mind
Just observing the signs
She had a house
On the wrong side of town
Where I was never allowed
Her daddy had a store
And he was always a clown
Cause he was never around
And I was Mary's boy
I could cry
Cause she wanted to die
And though she said
All my values were lies
I was expected to rise
And lift her up to her skies
I was 17 and counted on more
I was hungry and bored
And though my fingers
Where clean as before
I was heading for war
And I was Mary's toy at all times
Just repeating the lines
And when I learned all
My valus were crimes
I'd let the wind take me high
And aimlessly to the sky