black goes best with white

tuesday afternoon,
nothing to do
so it's just as good a time as any to take a drive,
besides,
i'd go anywhere for you

there's a back-stage room
at every venue
with drinks, a couch, and a phone in case you want to be alone
or call home
to the people who miss you

but you're in the dressing room
picking out a dress and some boots,
you make up your mind and say, "black goes best with white",
then you smile
like you did back in '72

you can only play a few
so, some are old and some are new
but, new or old, the sad ones sink like a stone,
heavy and slow
like you knew exactly who to sing to

i sit still in my seat,
did everyone leave?
or am i just imagining? cause the way you sing
makes it seem
like it's just you and me...

-kayla