Mary
Patrick Watson
As he walks through the door
With her hair in the wind
She's my golden girl
There goes Mary walking down on a sunny road, too willing
Passing right pass all the guards with a smile we sure all remember
She looks back once and she laughs out loud
She turns her head and gets back to the original mission
There's a castle built on a cloud
Just like momma used to raise you by
She walks out to the door
Strange noise twists open
And she changed her smile with precision
Then the man walks out the door
Takes her hand and tells her he wants to see more
Shakes her head and turns away
Shakes, and she climbs away
All she's lookin' for is a place
A place where everything is okay
A place where she can rest her head
Rest her head
Rest her head
Rest her head