[Verse 1]
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 dress in red

[Hook]
And the wind whispers Mary

[Verse 2]
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a Queen is weeping
Somewhere a King has no wife

[Hook]
And the wind cries Mary

[Verse 3]
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
Shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island that sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead

[Hook]
And the wind screams Mary
[Musical Solo]
(Oh oh yeah)

[Verse 4]
Will the wind ever remember?
The names it has blown in the past
With this crutch, it's old age it's wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."

[Hook/Outro]
And the wind cries Mary!