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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.

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