Mary's shooting blanks into the sand,
right behind the crooked line that I drew
with my hands a-trembling
This will be the last time that we end
And I don't want to be here
when she comes crawling back again
I don't want to be here
when she comes crawling
When she comes home
When she comes home
Mary stares the sun down with a grin
Seems like I'm the only one
that ever sees it happening
This will be the last time that we end
We say goodbye like butterflies
when caterpillars kiss goodbye
When she comes home
When she comes home