The Widow And Her Younger Man

When he wandered, and he wandered well

Into town

Sittin’ down and wakin’ up

Eyes upon her by the old motel

Walkin’ in

Coffee in another cup

“Good to see you. Can I write your name?”

In a song

Put her down

And take it home

“Nice to meet you. Are you Steve McQueen?”

By the boots

By the eyes

And all alone

I should tell you, in another life

Fell in love

Had a man

My everything

And I should tell you that I loved my wife

Tell the truth

She is still within in my dreams

If I call, will you forget my name

I declare

Was it something in your smile

I could wipe eleven tears away

Seven roads

Twenty years

A million miles

Every morning, at the break of dawn

When he wakes

Finds a way to make him stare

At the beauty fell behind her gaze

In the sun

For to be set free from there

In the end, it’s not for me to say

Happenstance

May the wheel and river bend

Truth of honor, they would never know

Or understand

The widow and her younger man

Truth of honor, they would never know

Or understand

The widow and her younger man