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
