Ther - Maureen

Maureen is at it again
Screaming at two am
Saying god, help me
Jesus --lord-- protect me
From these men

A prick in her arm and she goes back to sleep
Her demons and god are the garden she keeps

She paces around like a toy
Her head's full of sin but her heart's full of joy
And she speaks with conviction
As she holds her head high for the doctor

Seventy five with nobody to love
Or to be loved by, or even speak of

Maureen is an angel, she's dressed in a rag
Maureen is an angel. she's got it real bad

A friend of mine saw me today
They said it'll all be okay
Forgive me, but i believe not a word that you say

I just wanna talk to me my friends on the phone
Cuz nothing feels worse than feeling alone
The doctors are also confused
They say subsitute coffee with cranberry juice
And listen-- maureen
She's causing a scene in the rec room

The walls of my room start to dance to the sound
I feel myself separate from the ground

If i float away will i ever be found?
If i float away, will i ever come down?

Poor old maureen, in her blue paper clothes
I wanna see her smile, but I can't keep her close