Intro: She's a walking talking breathing New Age wonder, old time heathens Don't know what to make of Mary Jane 'Cause she ain't trying to be no swami, she ain't mad at dad and mommy She don't curse the storm clouds when it rains When the sun refuse to shine she don't mind, she make everything look fine She got moon in her eyes, crescent windows on the skies And the rain comes down in sheets on the people in the streets And it carries all the secrets that they keep to the river where she sleeps Instrumental: