Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove. Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move. Well, everybody better move over, that's all.
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays. Roy Orbison singing for the lonely. Hey, that's me and I want you only.
I come from down in the valley. Where mister when you're young. They bring you up to do like your daddy done. Me and Mary we met in high school. When she was just seventeen.