Autumn on the Maine coast Maryanne was closing windows Talking to herself yeah she lived alone Looking on her fields now From the steps outside of her farmhouse Every year a little less eager to grow Those fields were born of a wild soul Still a fraction of a balanced whole Oh but control belonged in The hands of the oil men now Oh there's a trouble comin' in It's got my heart in a murmuring state Where must i fix my eyes to know That I'll be here to watch it fade? They were dancing in Havana Celebrating quinceañera Speaking softly 'bout the radio Some believed that they could wait it out Others felt only a growing doubt But few perceived the October storm Outside there was a rustle in the oak leaves There was a frost that was starting to heave So many more at home Singing their kids to sleep Oh there's a trouble comin' in It's got my heart in a murmuring state Where must I fix my eyes to know That I'll be here to watch it fade? Jeffrey built a grave stone For the summer when it made known That money was gonna get tight for him It was harder than he let on But you could say that he'd been betting on A lesser horse time and again Still he remembered when his kid was born He remembered how the air was warm But most of all, he thought about the task at hand Oh there's a trouble comin' in It's got my heart in a murmuring state Where must I fix my eyes to know That I'll be here to watch it fade? Trouble coming in My heart's in a murmuring state