She is a stone and She is my home and She is my life I've been forgetting She is a kiss and She is my lips and She's a lie down in comfy bedding She's that missing word and She's a migrating bird and She's the direction that they're heading She's a smudge of pure white paint and She's a chipped and broken plate and She's the drunkard at the wedding She's the way my mother dressed and She's my father at his desk and She's a place I've never been before She's a closed door open door and She's the untried size at the shoe store and She's finding the right words for the metaphor Well, she's my changing life and She's a simple butter knife and She's a song written in the early morning She's a way out and She's a pay out and She's a photo of you with the sun setting Rich men move underground and The rest of us may not be around but I guess I'm so glad that I met you