Mary, it doesn‘t matter if you don‘t pray.
Open up your mind but don‘t open up again
your heart in the cold, your heart to the fire,
your heart in the middle of the spring or the autumn.
It doesn‘t really matter what they say about you,
everything is real but not everything is true and
you know, it‘s not a lie; remember that book where
those hearts have been broken by words never spoken.
Your time has come, baby, dress up and move on!
you‘ve got a purpose: you have to grow your sons.
The youngest, so smart, you know he will do it,
the first is a dreamer, it‘s not time for him,
while the other, what is he doing?
Fallin‘ in love, fallin‘ in love with...
maybe those times will come again
and maybe that voice will call you "mine" again.