I wonder who Stevie Wonder wonders about in the night? I wonder if Mr. Wonder wonders about a love?

A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs
Keeps her up with her want for her savior

The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands
As she begs for her fish from the water
But turn them away, she's a whip and a slave

Given time she may find something better
Oh how the rain sounds as loud as a lover's words
And now and again she's afraid when the sun returns