Verse
Mary shuts her door,
walks back down the hall,
sits in the kitchen there
and stares at the wall.

Bridge
As if to admit
she’d not planned for this,
the attraction of
his kiss.

Chorus
A cross of gold
preys upon her mind tonight
and is a cross to bear.
A hand to hold
is all she needs to find tonight,
someone to care.

Verse
Mary lies awake,
looks back on her day,
thinks of her kid in school
and what she would say.

Bridge
As if to forget
the sweetest embrace,
the attraction of
his face.

Chorus
A cross of gold
preys upon her mind tonight
and is a cross to bear.
A hand to hold
is all she needs to find tonight,
someone to care.

Chorus
A cross of gold
preys upon her mind tonight
and is a cross to bear.
A hand to hold
is all she needs to find tonight,
someone to care.

Someone to care.

Copyright Keith Ames