00:15After all the checks are in the boxes
00:21And the clouds have all gone to bed
00:26You can hear happiness
00:31Stab a road down the street
00:36The footprints are still there
00:40And the wind whispers of Mary
00:53A broom is dreary as we've been
00:59Of the broken pieces of yesterday's life
01:06So well, a queen is we've been
01:13So well, in hell's no eye
01:20For the wind, it cracks Mary
01:34guitar solo
01:41guitar solo
01:41guitar solo
01:41guitar solo
01:47guitar solo
01:51guitar solo
01:51guitar solo
01:52guitar solo
02:08The traffic lights turn through tomorrow
02:12And shine an emptiness down on my face
02:21The tiny island that staggles on down the street
02:28As the life that it lives lives there
02:35And the wind squeals in the air air
02:47Will the wind ever remember
02:53All the nails it has blown in the past
02:59With its crutch, its old age
03:03And its wisdom, its less wisdom
03:09This will be the past
03:13The wind cries in the air air
03:20The wind cries in the air air
03:22And the wind cries in the air
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