by Suzanne Vega
Obviously, this song was written about a different kind of relationship, but still there are similarities.
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 will have to tell you this
Though I grieve (and I believe I feel it truly)
But I knew that ship was empty
by the time it hit the rocks,
we could not hold on
when fate became unruly.