People talking sound like dogs
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all

Meaning nothing to me

Mother mary

Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go
So quick


People talking crack me up
They don't have a little clue

What it's like to be me
What it's like to lose you


Mother mary
I grow weary
I did not mean to let you go

So quick

People talking sound like dogs

Barking up the wrong tree
Take a good man down
And set the evil free


Mother mary
Quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go
So quick