The Widow

She was drifting He was free They had something back in 1973 They once grew magic then it came to a halt It's always tragic oh when love falls apart Don't let it fall out of my heart When the widow comes to bed And she clears her weary head She vows to take it easy In the night when I get stoned And I feel I'm not alone I vow to keep the house and sweep the floors clean I went running through a wildflower haze I'm always drifting stuck in my hill country ways When the widow comes to bed And she clears her weary head She falls onto the floor She knows there's something more But she wakes up from a dream Oh Did she wake up from a dream? --- The Widow - Israel Nash