Texty: Calexico. 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

(...) all alone for months at a time