Maybe An Anne

An old woman on the bus took my seat
surrounded by her bed light and her old things
I named her an Anne, maybe an Anne
A great looking woman ready to die

Maybe a widow in the dawn
who’d played the oboe, but her oboe’s gone
I named her an Anne, maybe an Anne
I hope she gets to the symphony

A mile south of the tracks
by an old schoolhouse full of the past
she put it all away, her oboe’s gone, her oboe’s gone away

An old woman on the bus took my seat
surrounded by her bed light and her old things
I named her an Anne, maybe an Anne
I named her an Anne, maybe an Anne
I named her an Anne, maybe an Anne