Maggie looks out her window,
Sees a cab in the street
Lets out a point-blank whistle,
It stops with a screech
She picks up the last box,
That sits in the corner
She turns around to take
A mental photograph
She says to herself,
"i think a toast is in order,"
And she holds up
An invisible wine glass
(chorus)
"heres to the fool I was
Heres to the bride I could never be
Ive gotta know whats truth and whats fiction
I gotta feel like my loves got conviction
So tell me truth
cause I got me suspicions
And I tell you if its the last thing I do
I wont cry over you . . . "
Maggie sits in the kitchen
Of miss bethany jones
Whose pouring the coffee
And gathering stones
"you gave him ultimatums
They did not even scare him
Hed walk a plank
Before hed step down the aisle
Take care of yourself, girl
Hes the one whos gotta change him
Let him ponder bachelorhood for a long while"
(chorus)
cause Im done with that
Im done with crying
Seems like its the only thing
That Ive been trying
Theyre taking it down
To the heart of the matter
Talking the big picture
Like its a little tiny thing
Smaller than a bread box
Thinner than a whisker
They split like an atom
Then the telephone rings
He says,
(chorus)
"i just had to call you
I feel like Ive been spinning my wheels
I just had to tell you how I feel
Im not asking you to
If only youd listen
Dont cry "