I thought about Marie
I had trouble finding sleep last night
So I thought about Marie
I grew tired of counting sheep last night
So I thought about Marie
Our love affair had to struggle for existence
And many were the fights we had
But as I look back upon it from a distance
It wasn't too bad
Though she told me we would meet again
When the rivers all run dry
And I told her I would see her when
There was snow in mid July
Still your pride looks small at midnight
And I'm tired of being alone
So I thought about Marie
And reached for the phone
Though she told me we would meet again
When the rivers all run dry
And I told her I would see her when
There was snow in mid July
Still your pride looks small at midnight
And I'm tired of being alone
So I thought about Marie
And reached for the phone
