Old man Hardy, hear him sing:
“My future is a diamond ring
Under scraps of papers, books and letters
On the dresser that we shared when you were here
And I could call you mine
And I think about you all the time”
Mary Hardy, I'm so sorry
That you finally dropped your guard he
Left you with the dreams he owned
You're made of stone 'til you broke down on the telephone
And I listened to you cry
I think about you all the time
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
And don't - be afraid
Of the slick black ice on the road
The crash - lights up the night
There's always something new to hold on to
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
Mr. Hardy had his chance
He's a victim of circumstance
He'll just lie in bed wishing he were dead
Repeating all the things he should have said
Just don't you listen to his lies
And I promise, Mary, you'll be fine
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
They've just wrecked your party
And Mary I'm so sorry