She’s Come Home to Steal Her Rainbows

There's a cloud coming through my window
There's a corn husk tied round my banjo
In the hallway bright and plain clothed
She's come home to steal her rainbows

She was born in a lighthouse stairwell
Ghosts of the Great Lakes declared their angel
Would lead the freight trains to where the land parts
And bring them home to see their sweethearts

And when they found her, Oh there were rainbows
She was long like a Union rifle
Shе was cold as a motel bible
When wе kissed 'neath the moonlight's halo
She'd come home to steal her rainbows

Maybe you were right, dear