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

They once grew magic then 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
And 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 onto the floor
She knows there's something more
But she wakes up from a dream
Oh
Did she wake up from a dream?