I dunno 'bout that. "The Wind Cries Mary" is outstanding:
After all the Jacks are in their boxes
And all the clowns have gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind cries, Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind whispers, Mary
Traffic lights they all turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags on downstream
Coz the life that lives is dead
And the wind screams, Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries, Mary
Peace.