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 Theres 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 sailors duty comes calling Begging and pleading as she falls to the floor Shes 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
weave, sailor, front, stashed, stoop