Mary Drives By The Moonlight

Mary drives by the moonlight, chasing clouds through the trees,
Watch her hair as it falls down, through her fingers down to her knees.
Her blue eyes gaze out at the open road, moving out into the pines
These fields recede into memory--far from this stolen time.

Silent, she moves with utter certainty, speaks before being asked,
Laughs at man's veiled duplicity--at their cracked, long broken masks.
So bring me my wine and roses she said, she said and then she woke
Her life is more than her destiny -- she lives to go for broke.

This room, these walls that surround us now, arms and legs are all entwined,
Listen to hear that old lonely voice -- tell me she's not mine.
So seal these windows and lock the doors, take all her air away
She'll rise up high above the stars-- lifetimes from this stolen fray.

So bring me my wine and roses, she said, she said and then she woke
Her life is more than her destiny -- she lives to go for broke.
...She’s all wheels and no spokes …she’s all fire and no smoke
She’s Mary driving by the moonlight - and she lives to go for broke.