Maria

Come see what I've become

A broken piece of myself

And you know I haven't prayed

Since I was twenty

I'm sorry about the times

I've let you and my father down

They say all virtue is silent

But my mistakes are so loud

Maria how could we know

I'd be talking to you

In this late phone call

Tell my old man I'm on the road

Maybe in a few months

I'll be coming home

You know the time is short

We learn to walk and start running

'Cos since they cut the cord

My part of us seems so lonely

Remember when my only dream

Was to have a guitar

Innocently I paved the way

That would take me so far

Maria how could we know

I'd be talking to you

In this late phone call

Tell my old man I'm on the road

Maybe in a few months

I'll be coming home

Maria how could we know

I'd be talking to you

In this late phone call

Tell my old man I'm on the road

Maybe in a few months

I'll be coming home

Maria how could we know

Tell my old man I'm on the road