Margaret in the morning,
sleeping on her side
Tossin' men like nickels
into an ever -risin' tide
I guess she was a dentist before
she fell in love
Freezin'
Latin smiles just to give a mark
Oh -o h -oh,
Margaret down
Margaret at the office,
Margaret at eighteen
She said, sit right down a minute
She said, let me clean your teeth
So we settled down in
Bozeman
In the corner of the world
And we raised a couple children
But we lost the little girl
Oh, oh, oh,
Margaret
Downey
Heart sick in
Montana, we slowly grew apart
The grocery clerk in
Moncton, as you were
We rushed them to the courtroom
Before the bed was cold
And defrosted out my windshield
When you smiled and let me know
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh,
Many cavities pulling at our
marriage's tender mouth
And at the root of all the problems was
a man across the canal
Margaret left the practice late in 86'
And I left behind the
midwest and forgot we
ever kissed
Oh, oh,
oh
I knew she'd changed her number
Couldn't shake the call
The doctor gave her six weeks,
she only made her shrug it off
Resting in her fifth week,
I brought her buttercups
There was too much to say between us,
and I'd only fuck it up
So I stared up at the ceiling and
I held her little hands
And you knew that I forgave you
I'm making other plans
Home, home, home,
home,
Margaretham
Borrowed in the morning,
sleeping on his side
Strolled into the waves
Of an ever -rising tide