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
CRIES MARY
THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS
TURN BLUE TOMORROW
SHINE THE EMPTINESS
DOWN ON MY BED
THE TINY ISLAND
IT SAGS DOWNSTREAM
'CAUSE THE LIFE
THAT THEY LIVED
IS DEAD
AND THE WIND SCREAMS
MARY YEAH
4 BAR
BREAK
OOH OH YEAH
10 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
WILL THE WIND
EVER REMEMBER
THE NAMES IT HAS
BLOWN IN THE PAST
WITH ITS CRUTCH
ITS OLD AGE
ITS WISDOM
IT WHISPERS NO
THIS WILL BE THE LAST
AND THE WIND
CRIES MARY