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