lounge car

Wrap me up in silver lining,
Tie me twice with
Golden string

Carry me up the
Narrow stairs
And let our love story
Begin…

I'm just a girl who reads
Romantic books by the armful
From the city's chrome library,
Just someone who pulled her first pair
Of pantyhose
(from the drugstore)
On in a wobbly dressing room,
(so distracted I left the box)

You're just a man,
Talking about your
Acres of apple orchards,
Your lakes and your business
Wondering what you
Can still work for,
Fiddling with your iPod,
Fiddling with your coffee cup

I think life is
Overrated,
You think it's
Too easy

A hundred years ago
There'd be wicker chairs
And a balcony,
And we would be smoking
Long cigarettes

Minors could drink
Champagne and no one would
Even blink

You'd have a suit
with a handkerchief
In the pocket, waiting
For something new

I'd be wearing a
Scandalous little black dress,
Snuck from the downstairs to
The luxurious lounge car where you
Are

We both wear jeans now,
But we can remember
What it was like

Even if we were
Never there