She stands up, fixes her posture (important for singing, that), takes a deep breath from the diaphram, clears her throat (because she forgot to do that), takes another deep breath, and sings, low, better with the lower notes, a jazzy voice, one that's probably just right for singing the blues.

"Oh Mary I'm not comin' home too soon. Tell all our babies that daddy has gone to the moon. My feet were sold to this winding road. My feet were sold, baby, long ago."

She shifts, and continues: "Oh Mary I left you a pile of dough. Under the floorboards near Billy-Joel's radio. Baby I love you but there's no chance. Baby I love you but where's romance? Little Rock I'm on my way to San Jose. Driving at ninety an hour the Devil knows me."

"Oh Mary I think of your eyes everyday. If I could see them I surely would not run away. When we were young there was so much time. When I was young there was so much time. Little Rock I'm on my way to San Jose. Driving at ninety an hour the Devil knows me."

It's basically the perfect song for Victor, the runner. Victor, the father, the traveler, before she became Victor the husband, when she needed to run.

(( The song is here if you're curious! It's really a lovely tune.))