virginia
Here I sit in my kitchen, proposing a toast and a cry
To all the lives I have left and the loves that have told me goodbye
I can drown if I choose but my neighbor she catches my eye
With a smile and a wave from beneath her sheltering sky
Hey look, there’s Virginia, she’s out in her garden again
She’s been diggin’ and plantin’ and weedin’ since I don’t know when
More than 70 now with a smile in her eyes as if she were no more than 10
Cheers to Virginia, out in the garden again
What’s the story of your life?
Are you a mother? Were you ever a wife?
And just what is it that you’re always smiling about?
Whatever you’re growing, I could use some now
I work here at home, my life is a breeze, some would say
Just making up rhymes, I can stay in my nightgown all day
Sometimes feels like I’ve made a career of putting things away
Dishes, laundry and lovers and boxes of Chardonnay
Not long ago I dressed it up and took it out on the town
Me and a loose band of revelers, we got around
But more and more often these days and nights I can be found
Right here in my kitchen, getting tight and then coming unwound
What’s the story of my life?
I’m not a mother, though I once was a wife
And just what is it that I’m always whining about?
If I can make it all rhyme will it sort itself out?
Now Virginia, she turns off the sun and turns in for the night
Holding fast to tomorrow when she’ll wake it up early and bright
While the moon, she is holding herself in a sliver of light
Me, I’m just barely holding myself upright
But I’ve started a garden and one thing I certainly know
Virginia and I’ve got more than tomatoes to grow
I could sit in my kitchen proposing a toast and a cry
But I think I’ll just turn off the moon and turn in for the night
Yeah I think I’ll just turn off the moon and turn in for the night
Goodnight
