The Coast of Maine
from I NEVER DANCED WITH MARY BETH

Oh she was young and lovely and I was wise and free

We drove around the island, we camped beside the sea

I offered her my wisdom, she offered me her pain

But nothing ever came of it upon the coast of Maine


When we set out from Boston I guessed the time was right

The day was hot and sultry, summer was at its height

She talked of fear and frenzy, I spoke of violent ends

I knew we must be lovers and hoped we might be friends


Oh she was sad and lovely and I was fierce and free

We circled all the island and sat beside the sea

I murmured consolation as she poured out her pain

Yet nothing ever came of it upon the coast of Maine


She told me of her lovers as we sprawled on the sand

I gathered shells and pebbles and pressed them in her hand

We climbed a hill at sunset and gazed far out to sea

By God, I thought, shes lovely; thank God Im young and free


The moon rose soft and silvery, night fell cool and clear

Tiny waves came lapping; I heard her breathing near

So I trundled out my wisdom; she countered with her pain

And nothing ever came of it upon the coast of Maine


We long have gone our separate ways but still I lie awake

And wonder what I might have done for love or pitys sake

If I had shown less wisdom, if she had brought less pain

We might have made a go of it upon the coast of Maine