Broadway Mary is conversing with her sleeve
She talks with cats they speak to her in Portuguese
Her eyes are clear and grey focused somewhere far away
I wonder where she is today
She loves the sound of thunder
She says God is laughing now
It breaks the silence of the passing crowd
It keeps her warm somehow
Broadway Mary walks alone below the tower
She looks so beautiful I follow her for hours
She won't notice me as I watch silently
she is almost free
She loves the sound of thunder
She says God is laughing now
It breaks the silence of the passing crowd
It keeps her warm somehow
Broadway Mary lies in the shadow of a door
And Mary flies on wings she never had before
I love the sound of thunder
I know Mary's laughing now
It breaks the silence of the passing crowd
It keeps me warm somehow
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