We take our comforts where we can find them, even sometimes in the arms of someone whom we might be more comfortable feeling sorry for rather than dependant upon. This perhaps throws open the category of victims in modern society and at the same time asks us to examine our own role in that victimization.

CRY FOR MARY

She's flicking through magazines, nervousness in her eyes

Waiting for news, feeling no pain

She's finding a balance, she's back in the game

Winning or losing, she's going insane

Preparing for battle, maybe fighting in vain

Wow-oh, Wow-oh.

Determined to conquer, the world at her feet

Then without reason, she'll enjoy every season

She'll do it for money, if pleasure's your aim

Send out a message, someone to blame

Lives life on a promise, it's her only way

Wow-oh, Wow-oh.

Chorus:- So when she walks the stoney steps to freedom

You might laugh, you've had your way

But when you find she's not out under neon

You search the streets and cry for Mary.

Make way the morning, she won't be led astray

The cold grip of winter or a warm summer's day

Holds closely her treasure, wrapped tightly away

Night falls so quickly, neon lights bring her prey

She's working past midnight , her reason to stay

Wow-oh, wow-oh