[00:15.10]After all the jacks are in their boxes
[00:20.65]And the clowns have all gone to bed
[00:26.53]You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[00:32.60]Footsteps dressed in red
[00:38.68]And the wind whispers mary
[00:48.72]A broom is drearily sweeping
[00:53.78]Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
[01:00.09]Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:05.71]Somewhere a king has no wife
[01:11.89]And the wind, it cries mary
[01:54.17]The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
[01:59.21]And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:05.17]The tiny island sags down stream
[02:11.03]cause the life that lived is,
[02:14.03]Is dead
[02:17.15]And the wind screams mary
[02:26.21]Uh-will the wind ever remember
[02:32.60]The names it has blow in the past?
[02:38.41]And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
[02:43.90]It whispers no, this will be the last
[02:50.57]And the wind cries mary