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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, it 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?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey

Look at the sky turn a hell fire red
Somebody’s house is burnin’ down down, down down
Down, down, down.

Well I asked my friend where is that black smoke comin’ from ?
He just coughed and changed the subject and said oh wa I think it might
Snow some
So I left him sippin’ his tea an’ I jumped in my chariot
And rode off to see just why and who could it be this time.

Rainy day, rain all day
Ain’t no use in gettin’ uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day
Lay back and groove on a rainy day
Lay back
Oh yeah !

So down and down and down and down
and down and down we go.
Hurry my darling we mustn’t be late
for the show.
Neptune champion games to an aqua
world is so very dear.
“Right this way,” smiles a mermaid,
I can hear Atlantis full of cheer.

Hey man, take a look out the window ‘n’ see what’s happ’nin’
Hey man, it’s rainin’
It’s rainin’ outside man
Aw, don’t worry ’bout that
Everything’s gonna be everything
We’ll get into somethin’ real nice you know
Sit back and groove on a rainy day
Yeah
Yeah I see what you mean brother, lay back and groove.

The morning is dead and the day is too
There’s nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It’s a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
is still hanging on my frowning wall
It really doesn’t, it really doesn’t bother me too much at all
It’s just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring laying on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone
Burn!