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 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

Shapes dance on the wallpaper

Headlights through yellow leaves

Just like they did in june

The first night we shared a room

Back then they were alive

A lively jitterbug in bloom

But now they're dancing in slow waltz

And they'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

I can see there's a tear

In your new blue stockings...

I can see there's a tear

In your new blue stockings...

I can see there's a tear

In your new blue stockings...

I can see there's a tear

In your new blue stockings...