The End Of Margaret Mary Lyrics

When I was stuck in New York City, Waiting for an aeroplane,

I thought I was flying, Man, I need a shot of novocaine.

But I heard I was jaded and a fiend for bad publicity.

And I heard, when you're hated, it's a sign of pure simplicity.



There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like Kansas City.



Margaret Mary,

You know what this means.

You'll always be a part of me,

But there'll always be

A lifetime on the in-between.