The Wind Cries Mary (Live)

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staying 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, somewhere, a queen, a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries "Mary"

The traffic lights will turn into blue tomorrow
Shiny emptiness all down on Jimmy's, Jimmy's bed
The tiny island stags over, all down the stream
'Cause the life oh, life that they lived is dead
And the wind, the wind, it screams "Mary"

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown on in the past?
And with its crutch, and its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers, "It will be the last"
And the wind it cries, it cries "Mary, Mary"

Yeah, the wind, the wind it, wind it, the wind it, the wind it, the wind it cries "Mary"
Yes, the wind, oh the wind, yes, the wind it screams "Mary! Mary!" Oh!
Mary, ooh, mmh, yeah, mmh
(Thank you)