Capable Girl

He came here on a highway gang
To lay down the great asphalt escape lanes for the everyman
And he stayed here
The road moved on
He’d grown tired of smacking the asphalt from his trousers
In the cold before dawn
Where does it go
Well you leave it alone
He comes 'round half past nine
With a yesterday’s paper folded
And a dollar-ninety cents
She pours coffee, he watches
She fills up ketchup bottles
And it happens everyday
And he’s thinking
Oh my, what a capable girl
Oh my, Am I willing
And I’m thinking
Is she willing