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I  was singing blues in Beantown      

I needed one more gig to make it home

The woman I loved just let me down

She left me too alone.



Ah, what's loving for when you're being used

I was singing pain standing on that stage  

She had smiled and said,"parting isn't new

and I won't be back again."

      

Something in me said I was everywhere

I felt like I'd never seen her before  

But she smiled in the crowd just sitting there

And I wished her smiles to nevermore.





I shook a bit but it made my singing clearer

And her face froze when bluesy words just rang

Her eyes they widened as I came nearer

And in the song I used her name.

And I sang, "How are you Mary?

you know it's good to see you.

I always loved your smile

and I loved your loving style

girl I'll remember you."





I was somewhere in an alien scale

I used my range to take me to the stars

Her precious promised love suddenly failed

Somewhere in her missing heart

You see, she'd found herself a rich man  

and she'd always be living high.

She left me to find the good life

so I sang to say good-bye



Oh, I had the words inside me

and a lust goddess on my mind.

There's a step from humankindness

That kept illuminating my mind.

Of all those words inside of me

that night I got them out,

Cause they were crying to be free

Until their time runs out.



Mary was trapped and she was dying

Yes her tears they began to fall.

I'll tell you why that girl was crying

Cause she was losing after all.

There was so much more to sing about

but now the peace had come.

So I made way back up to the stage

From the shallow mess she'd become.



So I sang let's not forget forever

Because forever seldom stays the same

And I called out to the bartender

to buy her a drink in my lost name

I said Mary, "I won't forget the pain,

and truth's the way to say I'm angry

But I find out that this deviled hurt

lies on a road so dark and lonely!"



So she slipped away in silence

And in my heart I lost my soul,

She'd searched for what she'd wanted more

I was the her living stepping stone

You see, she was going to marry a rich man

And I was going to hear good-bye

She left me for the good life

But that night I made her cry.



And these days I'm feeling rested

Back at the old homestead.

And yes I still sing the blues

When she gets inside my head!