All Your Clothes - Martha Wainwright

Where’ve you been these days?

I thought I saw you underneath the vines

I look for you there

Makes more sense than looking to the sky

I see they’ve cut your hair

And grown between your eyes

I hope your body doesn’t mind the cold

It always preferred the sunshine

Can we pretend we’re talking

I’ll answer for you if you don’t mind

The baby’s doing fine

My marriage is failing

But I keep trying all the time

All your clothes

I thought I could donate them to a theatre

They’d make up the wardrobe

To a great play a cast of characters, unknowns

Who never took for granted

A sight, a sound, the smell of a rose

I hear you got lots of friends

But I’m worried you can’t hear music anymore

And it never occurred to me

Until I heard Dr. John sing that song

And you played through his fingers on the piano

Honkyy Tonk a little stride

You could even swing

Maybe not

I can’t remember

I can’t remember anything

All your clothes

All your clothes