Rayland Baxter Marjoria
I was told by a man in a mirror
To let it all go this time
So I shook his hand and now everything's clearer
I did it myself this time
But there's no thanks for Marjoria
What did I do
No there's no thanks for Marjoria for these blues
Now there she goes like a train through my station
There used to be nothing to hide
There once was a friend, but now there's a stranger
That hides right behind those blue eyes
But there's no thanks for Marjoria
What did I do
No there's no thanks for Marjoria for these blues
But there's no thanks for Marjoria
What did I do
No there's no thanks for Marjoria for these blues
For these blues
