This Story (The Maid & The Sailor)

She is waiting
Every day on the sand
Stands there waiting
Every night by the strand
And though I know her, I don't say a word
Though I know her, I don't say a word

He is sailing
Every day at the wheel
Keeps on sailing
He loves the ocean for the feel
And though she loves him, he never will turn
And though she loves him, he never will return

And she's clutching his hat to her chest when she lays down at night
And she's telling herself she's only doing what she knows is right
She's believed in love for as long as her memory might allow her to tell
But how can I tell her, I know this story too well

She can picture
The wind in his collar under sail
She does picture
He'll think of her face growing pale
And he'll remember, and he'll tack back around
She thinks he'll remember her, and he'll tack back around

And she's clutching his hat to her chest when she lays down at night
And she's telling herself she's only doing what she thinks is right
She's believed in love for as long as her memory might allow her to tell
But how can I tell her, I know this story too well

And she's clutching his hat to her chest when she lays down at night
And she's telling herself she's only doing what she feels is right
She's believed in love for as long as her memory might allow her to tell
And how can I tell her, I know this story too well

Yeah, oh....
He won't be
comin' home.

© Rebecca Katz 2006