"Widow's Walk" lyrics

"Widow's Walk"

Consider me a widow, boys, and I will tell you why
It's not the man but it's the marriage that was drowned
So I walk the walk and wait with watchful eye up to the sky
Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found

Though I saw it splinter I keep looking out to sea
Like a dog with little sense I keep returning
To the very area where I did see the thing go down
As if there's something at the site I should be learning

That line is the horizon
We watch the wind and set the sail
But save ourselves when all omens
Point to fail

And if I tell the truth then I would have to tell you this
Though I grieve and I believe I feel it truly
But I knew the ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks
'Cause we could not hold on when fate became unruly

So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why
Does the weather say a better day is nearing?
And I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the will
'Cause it's clear that I need better skill in steering

That line is the horizon
We watch the wind and set the sail
But save ourselves when all omens
Point to fail
That line is the horizon
We watch the wind and set the sail
But save ourselves when all omens
Point to fail
Point to fail
Point to fail


Writer(s): Suzanne Vega
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