Point Vicente

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 There's 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 sailor's duty comes calling Begging and pleading as she falls to the floor She's left waiting She waits at the front Her husband come wrapped around her Where she fell the stoop in the night