Martha’s Vineyard

I’m trying to get mad
But I’m afraid of anger
Oh what will I do
If I stop feeling sorry and blue?

My thoughts are flaming red
This party’s now a rager
Cannot see ahead
Been by myself for months and months on end

Your face looks awfully nice from here
I’ve got it in my memory where I can see it clear
You tell me, “Martha’s Vineyard must be kinda nice around this time of year.”

Seasick in a storm
Yeah that would be my preference
To staying lame and warm
I live the same day over and over and over

But your face looks awfully nice from here
I’ve got in in my memory where I can see it clear
You tell me, “Martha’s Vineyard must be kinda nice around this time of year”

I dream of when you sang to me about the Eastern Shore
I played along until my long white fingers became sore
And when we spoke of troubled times
I cried there on the floor

I think of when you told me that I should not get married
You told me I was naughty
Didn’t end it with a wink
And I shouted, “You’re not worthy”
And you drank it like a poison
Didn’t speak to me for weeks