It was the night before, and the day after another we were sitting bored when your man appeared like a savior from the streets he was 6’2”, wearing platform shoes with hair down to his waist piercing eyes so blue they held you fast in place I can’t remember much more until later that night down at the bistro sidewalk café when he came up to me as I strummed my guitar asked if I could play
It's a late, lamented melody echoed thru the years a little out of tune with a made up word or two do the best you can. then he ordered some shots and started to sing of Mary Magdalene. she waltzed into the bar took her usual seat ordered a seven & seven everybody knew why she was there she’s said to offer a piece of heaven but I think there’s more that she’s looking for I can see it in her eyes as she scans the room for Mr. Right the one to take her home tonight It’s a late, lamented melody everybody’s singing along drowning their fears in another round of beers keeping time best they can so pour us another round bartender as we toast to Mary Magdalene It was the night before and so much more and wouldn’t be again the night your man came to town and Mary set her eyes on him. he said: Mary, this one’s for you I think you know it well. then he sang along with my guitar and a chorus of mission bells. she smiled with delight thinking Damn! she found Mr. Right as they sailed off out of sight we sighed goodbye knowing she’d be back tomorrow night because it’s a late, lamented melody echoed thru the years a little out of tune with a made up word or two hey, we just do the best we can but nobody, nobody did it better than Mary Magdalene.