music to my ears

I am just chilling out and enjoying some music this afternoon

and thinking to myself that some of the songs I listen to...
they feed me another challenge...

...this song .....cries paint-me ....

'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. 

Footsteps dressed in red 

And the wind whispers Mary 

A broom is drearily sweeping 

up the broken pieces of yesterdays life 

Somewhere a Queen is weeping 

Somewhere a King has no wife 

And the wind cries Mary 

The traffic lights, they turn uh blue tomorrow 

And shine their emptiness down on my bed 

The tiny island sags down stream 

cause the life that lived is, 

is dead 

And the wind screams Mary 

Uh-will the wind ever remember 

The names it has blow in the past? 

'n with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom 

It whispers no, this will be the last 

And the wind cries Mary'