She came down from Summerville, with a suitcase full of holes
Lost a touch of reality, but the voices soothe her soul
Mary says that she's fine, she's doing her time, she's making her bed
Mary says she's okay, keeps her demons at bay by singing songs in her head
She came down from higher ground, humbled by her past
Takes a trip from the doctor's 'scrip, but the good days never last
Mary says that she's fine, but she's losing her mind, she's staying in bed
Mary says she's okay, keeps her demons at bay by singing songs in her head
She's getting better while she's falling apart, so what can I do?
Shoot for the gutter, get a running start, since your aim's so true
But I can't go, I'm gonna let her know
(But) Mary says she's okay
She went back to Summerville, at least that's what I heard
I hitched my car to her dying star, and wait for Mary's word
Mary says that she's fine, she's doing her time, she's making her bed
Mary says she's okay, keeps her demons at bay by singing songs in her head