Sometimes I drive out to Topanga.
Park my car in the sand.
Watching and waiting for a pick-up
From my man.
Then may down to Farmer's Market
Theres people there working in the sun,
Buying and selling for a profit
Oh, Mary, I'm in deep water,
And it's way over my head,
Everyone thought that I was smarter
than to be misled.
Sometimes there's train wrecks in the mountains.
You know there's ship wrecks on the sea.
Mary, we must always be careful.
Can't you see?