Aren’t you a long tall drink of water?
Aren’t you some sad-eyed sailor’s daughter?
Aren’t you heaven’s biggest fan?
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Aren’t you the sound of one hand breaking?
Aren’t you a chance that’s well worth taking?
Tell them that you’re with the band.
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Mary Ann, I’ve been looking for you
in the cities and the towns
and alls I find are exhausted boys
saying, “Yes, I think she was around.”
I even reformed the band, baby,
in the hopes that you would hear the sound
and come down off your pedestal
and join the rest of the human race here on the ground.
Aren’t you the one I’ve always wanted?
Aren’t you the one who stood undaunted
by the burning caravan?
I was there too, Mary Ann.
Aren’t you a window in the air,
your mom a Russian millionaire?
Aren’t you the sun, the sea, the sand?
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Mary Ann, you’re a big mess, baby,
in a beautiful kind of way.
You’re a hopeless case with a helpless face
and a bottle of Chardonnay.
You’re a masterpiece, you’re a master thief,
you’re a friends to drunks and fools.
And I thank my lucky stars for that
‘cause I’m the drunkest fool you ever knew.
Aren’t you the winding road ahead?
Aren’t you the one who always said
I’m not much of a guitar-man?
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Aren’t you some kind of desert flower?
Aren’t you the one last final hour?
Aren’t you the ship still stuck on land?
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Mary Ann, I know that look -
you best wipe it off your face.
If you start up now, I’ll have to kick you out
and this ain’t even my place.
So get your hat and put it on
and don’t put me on no more
and I promise not to watch, babe,
as you sway so sweetly out the door.
Aren’t you a patient, bleeding saint?
I hope you are, I know I ain’t.
I’m nothing but an also-ran.
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?
Aren’t you cooler than the stars?
Aren’t you a pro at stealing cars?
Aren’t you the girl who stole my van?
Aren’t you still my Mary Ann?