I woke you up at four this morning to whimper and to whinenTo hear myself through spit and crackle of a poor long-distance linenTwelve clever ways to say I love you with words that always failnHang up and light a cigarette, sit waiting for the mailnA flier from department stores, another get-rich plannA bill or two, some shampoo and a note from Ed McMahonnAlthough you'll always be the one in which I will confidenSometimes you're the razor on my private waterslidennBy the way, I got your letter yesterdaynIt said there's no need to be sadnIt said that some things would never, ever changenBut that some already hadnAnd I heard it from the corner of my earnHow that voice makes things rightnAnd I'm sure there's something more than memorynAcross the Maryland Bridge tonightnnHow ominous these undercurrents, they crowd me now it seemsnAnd every time I meet you in the darkness of my dreamsnIt's likely that I'll turn around and parody myselfnImagine we're in different places, pretend we're someone elsenWell I could be J. Edgar Hoover, you be JFKnAs power hungry egocentrics we'll paper fight the nights awaynSometimes you're my nemesis when I am paranoidnSometimes I have doubts and worries too strong to avoidnnBy the way, I got your letter yesterdaynIt said there's no need to be sadnIt said that some things would never, ever changenBut that some already hadnAnd I heard it from the corner of my earnHow that voice makes things rightnAnd I'm sure there's something more than memorynAcross the Maryland Bridge tonightnnOh, Maryland Bridge tonightnMaryland Bridge tonight