Waiting For Margaux

She says she works "in government"

Though her job is ill-defined

She's a registered Republican

With a bitter chocolate mind

She sometimes lives in Washington

She always lives in hope

She drives a European car

And buys expensive soap

She grew up as a rebel

Though her tastes were quite diverse

Stayed up in her room at night

With existential verse

But something changed in college

And she grew more resolute

Still she keeps that air of danger

Even in a business suit

She's got the best taste in wine

She's got the best taste in wine

And though her icons and her medieval armor

Seem a little cold

I'd go 'round there anytime

That stuff is so hard to find

I don't know what we talk about

It drifts off to the chairs and curtain folds

Oh Margaux, I'm waiting for you

Oh Margaux, what can I do

I don't know what she sees in me

I sometimes get confused

At times she looks at me as if

She's secretly amused

And though I'm no sophisticate

I don't think I'd be shocked

I'd like to know what's in those drawers

And rooms that she keeps locked