Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zandi Holup
Acoustic Guitar
Ryan Hadlock
Synthesizer
William Sage
Drums
Dune Butler
Synthesizer
Johnny Sangster
Acoustic Guitar
Wayne Horvitz
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zandi Holup
Composer
Daniel Leathersich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zandi Holup
Additional Producer
Ryan Hadlock
Producer
Taylor Carroll
Recording Engineer
Dylan Wall
Recording Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted brains
He was curious and asked, what's your name?
Her green eyes answered Mary Jane
They met up Friday after school
He lit her up, she made him feel cool
He could hurt all night and not feel pain
Just looking at the stars with Mary Jane
She got him to grow up fast
That innocence you don't give back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain't ever really been the same
Since Mary Jane
He met her hippie friends one day
Wearing tie-dye, singing 'Touch of gray'
They took trips real far away
And were wilder than Mary Jane
There was a girl on the road with a tempting face
She rode a white horse and they found a place
Where she put a craving in his veins
Now he don't even talk to Mary Jane
She got him to grow up fast
That innocence you don't give back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain't ever really been the same
Yeah, since Mary Jane he went
From high school straight to state rehab
Seventeen to thirty-five
Life of the party to barely alive
Now he in the church of redeeming grace
Some people cry some people pray
There's folding chairs and coffee mates
And chips to count their day by day
That they quit that Mary Jane
Yeah, they all quit that Mary Jane
He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted brains
Written by: Daniel Leathersich, Zandi Holup