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"