Look at the shadow on our trees
Seems to mean an early dusk
Loretta looked up, the grey sky low
Two-by-two on the bus

Water and anger in our house
Though she spoke of rainbows
Reachin' the roof with soakin' shoes
River's up, where'd she go?

You're wiser, oh Loretta
You're wiser, and only twenty-five

During the TV floatin' by
Through our room and out the door
Loretta, she prayed for what to do
If it rained anymore

She was a wash-cloth wet with love
I was not; she was mine
I'm in the olive tree next door
River's up to my eyes

You're wiser, oh Loretta
Much wiser, and only just in time