Mary Jo, sitting alone

Drinking tea, she just got home

She wants, I don't know what you want


Mary Jo, living alone

Drinking gin with the telly on

She wants


The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her if she wants?

The night to follow day and back again

She doesn't want to sleep

Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?

Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?

Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?


Mary Jo, back with yourself

For company, keep telling yourself you're young

It'll happen soon


Mary Jo, no one can see

What you've been through

Now you've got love to burn


It's someone else's turn to go through Hell

Now you can see them come from twenty yards

Yeah you can tell

It's someone else's turn to take a fall

And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them

The one who's strong enough to help them all


Mary Jo, you're looking thin

You're reading a book, “The State I Am In”

But oh, it doesn't help at all

What you want is a cigarette

And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull


Because life is never dull in your dreams

A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it

Life is never dull in your dreams

A sorry tale of action and the men you left for

Women, and the men you left for

Intrigue, and the men you left for dead


(Mary Jo, Belle and Sebastian)