Marjorie

Marjorie steps out of her old yellow Mercedes
I didn't know if she'll show up
But now she is here in all her glory
Insisting she will put me up
The leather seats are cracked
Too many years of salt and sea
She talks the whole way there
I'm not sure it's to me
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl
The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
We finally made it up to the house
It smells like 50 years of party
We're sitting by the emptied pool
Drinking alcohol free Bacardi
At night I roam the great white halls
Chatting with ghosts of the past
Few rooms I do not enter
Some questions don't need to be asked
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl
The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl
The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
I travelled on I think she sold the house
And we lost touch
It all burned down in a bush fire
But other than that I don't know
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl
The cars are piling up but you don't care at all
Marjorie we can't go faster than a crawl
The cars are piling up but you don't care at all