| 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 out 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. |
| If I tell the truth then I would have to tell you this; |
| though I grieve (and I believe I feel it truly), |
| I knew that 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? |
| 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 omens |
| all point to fail. |
| Suzanne Vega, c Feb, 2000 |