The Wind Cries Mary-Sting

[00:01.74]After all the jacks are in their boxes [00:14.88]And the clowns have all gone to bed [00:16.59]You can hear happiness [00:17.04]Staggering on down street [00:20.85]Footprints dressed in red [00:21.42]And the wind whispers Mary [00:26.22]A broom is drearily sweeping [00:26.82]Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life [00:33.60]Somewhere a Queen is weeping [00:34.14]Somewhere a King has no wife [00:37.50]And the wind it cries Mary [00:41.94]The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow [01:15.30]And shine their emptiness down on my bed [01:40.41]The tiny island sags downstream [01:41.10]'Cause the life they'd lived is dead [02:02.52]And the wind screams Mary [02:03.45]Will the wind ever remember [02:04.50]The names it has blown in the past [02:05.22]And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom [02:06.69]It whispers "No, this will be the last" [02:07.50]And the wind cries Mary