Mary Beth

The seagull in the dusty dawn is floating on the wind
His wings are still
And below the weary streets are breathing
Softly they are watching
They are not quite ready for the dawn

Oh, Mary Beth, I love you and the city is so empty
I can not find my comfort in the beauty of the morn
Below the weary streets are breathing
Softly they are watching
They are not quite ready for the dawn

One by one the street lights close their eyes to greet the sun
To greet the sun
I hear my footsteps falling on the pavement
You are not beside me
What a hollow sound they make alone

Why, with all this beauty, can I not enjoy myself alone?
Is there a piece of me that's waiting?
Am I incomplete and hating
All the times I've never been with you before?

Oh, Mary Beth, I love you and the city is so empty
I cannot find my comfort in the beauty of the morn
Below the weary streets are breathing
Softly they are watching
They are not quite ready ready for the dawn

The seagull in the dusty dawn is floating on the wind
His wings are still
And below the weary streets are breathing
Softly they are watching
They are mindful of the coming of my dawn

Mary Beth, I love you
Mary Beth, I love you