Marjorie sits by the shore of the lake Unaware as the sun fades to West Holding a letter she's read seven times But could not comprehend what it says Oh, it's spun out of control And everybody knows what you're just finding out And please, what else could they need? You've given everything It never was enough Oh, Marjorie What are you gonna do now? What are you gonna do now? What are you gonna do now? It's up to you Marjorie plays solitaire on the phone As she sits 'neath the porch in the rain Whispering Scripture and trying to picture How she could start over again Grieve, feel how you feel It's how you start to heal God's heart is broken, too Now breathe and get up on your feet There's always some good thing that you could choose to do Oh, Marjorie What are you gonna do now? What are you gonna do now? What are you gonna do now? It's up to you You'll be ready when the next thing comes And it will come You'll be ready when the good days come And they will come