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 staggering on down 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"

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine its emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags upon downstream
'Cause the life they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last"

And the wind cries "Mary"

Thank you

Cheers, Jimmy and Drakes, Jimmy and Drakes
Best ever, I reckon
He's alright, that stuff he did was pretty interesting
Sat back, setting off, setting those guitar and firing and stuff was pretty good