Dashboard Mary lyrics

The two left at nighttime They had fourteen hours to kill Went with little in his car Both acting on the thrill She was twenty-seven The man was older still Taught there at his college Spoke on Wordsworth's daffodils The man began hardly talking when He had quietened from the passions of gin And he was worried about his driving And where they'd stay in Michigan She thought that he was regretting 'Cause his hands on the wheel were blue If her boy at home had woken And if the dashboard Mary knew Pulled into a cafe, when they had Four more hours to go Pushed their breakfast round their plates Both faking the afterglow The waitresses eyes were prying So she covered up her purse And the picture Gone gone Gone gone Oh I'm not coming home Oh God, I'm not saying I'm not coming home I'm not coming home I'm not coming home