Wild Yaks - Widow lyrics

There's the widow Oh, oh, there's the widow She's wearing black All dressed in black Graves Stacked up to space Another man Falls to her grace Complain Tell it to the wind It will stay the same I wonder who wins No she won't take me Don't she wonder way the night Don't she know that it ain't right To leave a boy Without his guiding light I just cannot believe That she cannot conceive Of the man that I've become No, she don't know me