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'l put 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