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