Blue Stockings

Open the window up
the one besides the armoire
I need some cool autumn air
in this baroque hotel room
while you put on your stockings
on the rocker by the mirror
"Put on a record," You say
We're both relieved at the idea
We're both relieved at the idea
It crackles like a fire
The sounds caress our fears
and we've put off the silence
that hung so long in stale air
That used to be a mystery
a secret book to unlock
but we've stopped writing in it
or thrown away the key
And as I watched yuo sitting there
in the chair that you're rocking
I can see that there's a tear
in your new blue stockings
As I watch you sitting there
in the chair that you're rocking
I can see that there's a tear
in your new blue stockings
Shapes dance on the wallpaper
Headlights through yellow leaves
just like they did last June
the first night we hared a room
back then they were alive
a lively jitterbug in bloom
but now they're dancing in slow waltz
and the'll be gone tomorrow afternoon
As I watch you sitting there
in the chair that you're rocking
I can see that there's a tear
in your new blue stockings
As I watch you sitting there
in the chair that you're rocking
I can see that there's a tear
in your new blue stockings