Oh sweet Mary, child of confusion, she runs the hills to cry
Past the willows or an illusion, Lord, tell me the reason why
Tell me why, why is it all so hard?
Breathing in the air, breathe in the air
Anyone to care

Oh, swett Mary, in our story, have we nothing left to give?
But don't we all know, babe, if we're pressed to
That that's the way we live.
Tell me why, why is it all so hard?
Breathing in the air, breathe in the air
Anyone to care