Falling rain in the night.
I hear her laughing out in the wind
Down the road where the sidewalks end
With her heart in her hand
In the arms of her man,
She’s spinning ‘round and ‘round in the windowpane
While the band plays on in the falling rain.

Falling rain on the wind.
I’m like a moth drawn into her flame
Where solitaire is the only game
For a table of one,
Faced away from the sun,
Watching the fire and smoke of a circus train
Race across the sky in the falling rain.

Look down any lonely street,
And you’ll find someone like me.
Nowhere faces, silent feet wrapped up in memory.
Long past glories, tarnished crowns,
Brown-eyed kings, brown-eyed clowns,
Where love is lost and never found,
And Mary goes spinning round…
Mary goes spinning round.

Falling rain in the dark.
The midnight clock is still passing time
Where morning breaks through a glass of wine.
Golden leaves in her hair,
Whispers soft on the stair.
She’s spinning ‘round and ‘round in the windowpane
While the band plays on in the falling rain.