Mary, the Son of God is sleeping in your bed. It's a holy mighty crown that awaits His head. But that's not who sweet Mary sees at all. She sees a precious baby lying in a manger stall.
No, I'm not just crazy, I've lost more than my mind. Since I looked into your blue eyes. I'm swingin' for the bleachers with my heart. Thinking this time that I might win looking at you.
The world's full of questions. You thought I had the answers for. I see you look at the world. With eyes I had before. . You see in me something. I never found.
I just turned twenty-nine three years in a row. Too young to be the president too old to turn pro. But when the seventies came and Elvis died. I could not fill his shoes but oh how I tried.