Dido’s album “Life for Rent” is pretty cool. I like it. A lot, actually. But there’s a song on there. Check it:

“Mary’s in India”

Danny is lonely ’cause Mary’s in India now.
She said she’d call, but that was three weeks ago.

She left all her things, well, her books and her letters from him,
but as the sun rises on Mary, it sets on him.

And just dance, and just drink, and just see the things
I probably never get the chance to see.

Danny’s not eating. He’s drinking and sleeping in.
I saw him last night at the party. He’s definitely thin.

He says he’s happy, he looked pretty good, but I think
that as the sun rises on Mary, it sets on him,

And just dance, and just drink, and just see the things
I’ll probably never get the chance to see.

Danny came over last night and I cooked for him.
He talked about you Mary, and how much we loved you still.

He told me he’s packed up your books and your letters and things,
but as the sun sets on Mary, it’s rising on him.

And we danced, and we drank, and I’ve seen something you probably
never got the chance to see.

Don’t worry, Mary, ’cause I’m taking care of Danny,
and he’s taking care of me.

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