Mary, I'm hung up on
You and all your answers to the world
On this night we meet again
I thought I heard a voice on the crest of the wind
Tell me I can't let you in without reservation

I could change my mind to stay
Until another point of view carried you away
Your world is a wildflower bed
Promising and sprawled out for the one who finds it next But how come I still want to let you in?
There's got to be a reason

I think you put a spell on me
On a lonely night when I was waiting for you I came over for some tea behind the house
Contending with the love you bring
Light on my feet

And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder
Does love ever begin without reservation?