JOHN MAYER - The Wind Cries Mary lyrics

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After all the jacks are in their boxes<br>And the clowns have all gone to bed<br>You can hear happiness staggering on down the street<br>Footprints dressed in red<br>And the wind wispers mary<br>A broom is drearily sweeping<br>Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life<br>Somewhere a queen is weeping<br>Somewhere a king has no wife<br>And the wind wispers mary<br><br>The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow<br>And shine their emptiness down, down on my bed<br>The tiny island sags downstream<br>'cause the life that lived is, is dead<br>And the wind screams mary<br>And the wind cries mary<br><br>Will the wind ever remember<br>The names it has blown in the past<br>With it's crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom<br>It whispers no, this won't be the last<br>And the wind cries mary<br>And the wind cries mary