Waiting For Margaux Songtext

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 all 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 Though her icons and her medieval armour 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 though 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 She's got the best taste in wine She's got the best taste in wine Though her icons and her medieval armour 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