Mary Ann & One Eyed Dan

Mary Ann was a waitress at the circus
And Dan was a writer for the Delaware Locale Observer
Just twenty-one and just two months out of the service
Missing half an eyelid so he had to wear a patch
Mary Ann introduced herself to Dan
She said, «do you like the menu
Or do you need me to read it to you?»
Halfway angry, half turned on, and half confused
Well he took her by the arm
And went out back to make a match
And he said
So long to my former life
To a worried life, so long
So long to a harder life
To a troubled life, so long
Lyin' 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 onto 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
Well, 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