A lone strand silky catches the light

Of a web barely started in the newness of night

It’s not strong enough yet to catch a moth in flight

But it sways like it knows

Some day it just might

It sways like it knows it just might

Go ahead and sway

With her mailbox flag a-flying

She picks her numbers for the man

She might just win a million

Yeah, she knows that she can

Like wilderness dreams of the promised land

She might just win a million off of Ed McMahon

And she sways like she knows she just might

Go ahead and sway

She stands with arms outstretched in the rain and the sun

She waits for the wind to help her get her job done

With her smiling tin-plate face and her faded dress cut low

She sways like she knows she's not just a scarecrow

She sways like she knows

Go ahead and sway

Go ahead and sway, sway, sway