Mary's driving home again, she's crying again Johnny left her for another girl She's embarrassed by her loneliness and haunted by her shame Everyone's reacting just the same As she feared they would Are we more concerned with the fruit of another Never noticing our own barren branches? Are we more consumed with casting stones at each other While ignoring the lovers in our beds? Our own beds in our heads Mary's driving home again, turns on the radio 'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce She could use a verse or two Anything that brings just a few Moments of light on the middle of this darkness God hears her cries As her tears fall rivaling the grains of sand We have His heart What is keeping us from being His hands? Mary's driving home again, turns off the radio 'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce... yet