Mary Ann was a waitress at the circus Dan was a writer for the Delaware locale observer Just 21 and just 2 months out of the service Missing half an eyelid so he had to wear a patch… Mary Ann introduced herself to Dan She said do you like the menu or do you need me to read it to you Halfway angry half turned on and half confused He took her by the arm and went out back to make a match And he said… So long to my former life, to a worried life so long So long to a harder life, to a troubled life so long Lying there under the soft glow of the sunrise The moon was still awake and all the generators lowly humming She picked a flower and fastened it on to his bad eye She said come on let’s get married I think we might get along And she said… So long to my former life, to a selfish life so long So long to a bitter life, to a troubled life so long x2 Dan he was no poet couldn’t dance he never slept He had nightmares every night of rain and fire on those bloody beaches Just then the dew dropped from the flower and he wept Mary Ann you are a melody I think I wrote a song It goes like… So long to my worried life, to a lonesome life so long So long to a wandering life, to a wounded life so long And we all said… So long to those memories, to everything we can’t let go so long So long to our former selves, to our selfish selves so long To our selfish selves so long To our selfish selves so long