Montt Mardie Elisabeth By The Piano
Took a trip at 17, drove a car through italy
It was me and john and his friend kyle
Somewhere down the road we met, mary and elisabeth
They let us crash at a place nearby
And how i tried, to catch her eyes
Mary turned on the radio
She took my hand, led me to her bed
I could hear voices down the hall
She smiled when they sang the great pretender
But got the words so wrong, elisabeth by the piano
She knew none of those songs, but she tried to play along
Couldn't sleep so i went out, sat me down by the parking lot
John came out and talked just for a while
He said you're a lucky guy cause one day we'll be 25
At least you got laid in a foreign town
He went in again, mary called my name
We walked up the hill over the house
She took my hand, held me down again
Said, boy you sure don't talk very much
I wanted to tell her that i'd miss her
The minute she'd be gone, elisabeth by the piano
Be both then quiet down, just listen for a while
I just closed my eyes and then, we were on the road again
Couldn't speak, i knew not where to start
But i told john to stop the car, i sat me down beside the road
While something broke, it must have been my heart
I stood up again, started running back
Had to see her one more time, though
They drove by my side, i could run and i
Couldn't slow down i just could go
I saw her, mary by the window, we both could hear that song
Elisabeth by the piano, she played right by the cars
As i crashed into her arms
