I thought I knew what I was going for,
as I strode on the ceiling and fell through the door;
I thought I knew what my life was about,
but things kept on changing, turning inside and out.
Then this lady came by with a smile and a song,
proved all that I knew was so horribly wrong –
she taught me once more how to play and rejoice,
that happiness isn’t a gift, it’s a choice.
Suddenly life was no longer a chore
and even the small things were hard to ignore –
life full of joy and painted in color,
all of my problems became so much smaller.
Somewhat bemused, I felt like a child,
carefree and open, lively and wild,
bursting out laughing from jokes I was making
while people were asking which drugs I was taking,
and I thought it was all that one beautiful lady –
my hero, my savior, my lovely, my Mary.
She was my gal and I was her fella,
then one day she left me and took her umbrella.
I thought I knew where our lives were heading –
a gold diamond ring and a beautiful wedding.
Bitter taste in my throat, not a spoon full of sugar,
I felt like a cold piece of meat at the butcher.
It took me a while to get back on my feet
to carry on with my life and to refuse defeat,
remember the things that she thought me, and smile,
because if I look back it was all worth my while.
I’ll never forget you, but I must move on,
with a smile on my face, even though you are gone.
To force you to stay would have been much too greedy,
but I still think about you when I’m cleaning my chimney.