The Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in their boxes

And the clowns have all gone to bed

You can hear happiness

Staggering on down the street

Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers

"Mary"

A broom is drearily sweeping

Up the broken pieces

Of yesterday's life

Somewhere, a queen is weeping

Somewhere

A king has no wife

And the wind, it cries

"Mary"

(Instrumental)

The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow

And shine their emptiness down on my bed

The tiny island sags downstream

'Cause the life that lived is dead

And the wind screams

"Mary"

Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past?

And with this crutch

Its old age and its wisdom

It whispers, "No, this will be the last"

And the wind cries

"Mary"