My sister Mary Lee is drunk again
She's barging in my room and bawling on my bed
With eyes just like cups she pours just enough for the two of us
Until its me and Mary Lee just cursing at our luck
Even though I don't care all that much
The days keep getting shorter
It's been ten months of winter
It's been a rough year on everyone, I know
It's just one thing after another when you truly believe nothing gets better,
But I wish that you'd just let it all go
Mary Lee is in the front yard
She's taking off with our used car
For once I'm not the one bidding goodbyes
Her steering wheel's an ashtray
Her cassette deck plays my demo tapes
And she lends us all a cheap farewell, but I know that she means well
You finally got away
A cure will come in another place
At least that's what you told me
But your head foes along with you and with everything that you do
And if you hate it now, you'll hate it again
Mary Lee, don't you see that it's all in your head?
Come back home