What is “Widow Weather” about?
"Widow Weather" pictures grief as a pressure system, with the narrator pacing the hallway of her own head and asking what it means to carry a ghost. She longs to be the sky, the storm, the flame, anything but a woman who still remembers a certain name, and walks past mirrors without looking. The refrain that she is "never really alone" reads as both comfort and haunting. At track eleven, it begins a quieter run of songs about loss on Gasoline Hymn.
Widow Weather lyrics
The barometer is lying again
The sky is holding its breath
I walk the hallway of my own head
In a room without any exits
What is it we carry when we carry a ghost
What is the weight of a thing that is gone
I put down my keys, I put down my coat
I put down the reason I am holding on
Widow weather is coming down
Widow weather is in my bones
Widow weather, widow weather
You're never really alone
I want to be the sky
I want to be the storm
I want to be the teeth in the throat of the morning
I want to be the wire
I want to be the flame
I don't want to be a woman who remembers your name
Widow weather, widow weather
Widow weather, widow weather
I walked past the mirror, I did not check
I walked past the window, I did not look
I walked past the version of me who kept
Every page of that particular book
I want to be the sky
I want to be the storm
I want to be the teeth in the throat of the morning
I want to be the wire
I want to be the flame
I don't want to be a woman who remembers your name
Widow weather, widow weather
Widow weather, widow weather
Widow weather
Widow weather
Widow weather is here