Queen of Pentacles

Lyrics

[Intro]


[Verse 1]
She sits in the heavy wooden chair with the goat-foot legs,
Looking at the paper tape for the milk and the carton of eggs.
She keeps the hallway thermostat at sixty-eight,
And she doesn't mind if the weather is turning gray.
The red robes of the curtains block the draft,
She poured the coffee, did the math, and laughed.

[Chorus]
Don't talk to her of feelings in the wind,
She measures out the comfort by the pound.
She holds the heavy brass right in her lap,
And keeps everybody's feet upon the ground.
A bower made of blankets and the heat,
She makes sure that the whole house gets to eat.

[Verse 2]
She cradles the ledger balance like a child,
While just outside the sliding glass, the yard stretches for a mile.
A rabbit bolts across the frost, uncontrolled,
One sudden streak of panic in the cold.
She watches it vanish in the fading light,
And goes back to the math of the coming night.

[Bridge]
Does she ever want to drop the heavy coin?
Leave the iron pot to boil and leave the house?

Maybe, but the floorboards need a sweep,
And she knows what the winter is about.
It takes a lot of gravity to hold
A roof together when the world is turning cold.

[Chorus]
So don't talk to her of feelings in the wind,
She measures out the comfort by the pound.
She holds the heavy brass right in her lap,
And keeps everybody's feet upon the ground.
A bower made of blankets and the heat,
She makes sure that the whole house gets to eat.

[Outro]
The heater kicks back on. The house is still.
She's looking at the brass upon her knees,
With angels carved into the windowsill.
She does exactly as she please.
Or so she tells the quiet room.
Watching the dark where the late roses bloom.