Broadway Mary is conversing with her sleeveShe talks with cats they speak to her in PortugueseHer eyes are clear and grey focused somewhere far awayI wonder where she is todayShe loves the sound of thunderShe says God is laughing nowIt breaks the silence of the passing crowdIt keeps her warm somehowBroadway Mary walks alone below the towerShe looks so beautiful I follow her for hoursShe won't notice me as I watch silentlyshe is almost freeShe loves the sound of thunderShe says God is laughing nowIt breaks the silence of the passing crowdIt keeps her warm somehowBroadway Mary lies in the shadow of a doorAnd Mary flies on wings she never had beforeI love the sound of thunderI know Mary's laughing nowIt breaks the silence of the passing crowdIt keeps me warm somehow