C
Am Mary Ann was a waitress at the circus F
G
C Dan was a writer for the Delaware locale observer
Am Just 21 and just 2 months out of the service F
G
C Missing half an eyelid so he had to wear a patch
Am Mary Ann introduced herself to Dan
F
G
C She said do you like the menu or do you need me to read it to you
Am Halfway angry half turned on and half confused
F
G
C He took her by the arm and went out back to make a match
And he said
Am
F
G
C So long to my former life, to a worried life so long
Am
F
G
C So long to a harder life, to a troubled life so long
Lying there under the soft glow of the sunrise The moon was still awake and all the generators lowly humming She picked a flower and fastened it on to his bad eye She said come on let’s get married I think we might get along
And she said So long to my former life, to a selfish life so long So long to a bitter life, to a troubled life so long
Dan he was no poet couldn’t dance he never slept He had nightmares every night of rain and fire on those bloody beaches Just then the dew dropped from the flower and he wept Mary Ann you are a melody I think I wrote a song
It goes like So long to my worried life, to a lonesome life so long So long to a wandering life, to a wounded life so long
And we all said So long to those memories, to everything we can’t let go so long So long to our former selves, to our selfish selves so long To our selfish selves so long To our selfish selves so long