She swings on the front porch    and sweeps her days into an empty sky    of a dream drowned in the rain    out where the land is as flat as the sea    there's a train pulling out west    and a box of money stashed under the bed       up through the pines    and down into the city of light    where the world spins on a string    the weave of lovers weave meet their fate    down by the sea falls in love with the sailor who keeps the light house       storm comes in, smashes the shore    the sailor's duty comes calling    begging and pleading as she falls to the floor    she's left waiting       she waits at the front    her husband come wrapped around her    where she fell the stoop in the night       (...) all alone for months at a time