Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand   Standing on the corner, saving for some gin   You don?t need to ask where she?s been or what?s up   She?ll gladly tell you about the life she had      Before she had the cup, standing by the window   Glass of milk in his hand   What could I have done, what could I have said?   Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead      Window pain, cutting through the rain looks so easy   Frame by frame, looking for a name   To claim on a breezy afternoon and the ends coming soon   And the ends coming soon      So many people hold a cup   So many die drinking milk in front of a window   I once knew a woman who got in the way   Of the intentions of a windy day      Don?t hold a cup in any season   Don?t? make me choose between rhyme or reason   Don?t drink that milk in front of that window   You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose