The Widow

She was drifting
He was free
They had something back in 1973

They once grew magic
But 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
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 unto the floor
She knows there’s something more
She wakes up from a dream

Did she wake up from a dream?