Embroidery

Since I was a girl, I've been good at embroidery

I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland

Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps, lived only on apricots

Picked by the side of the roadIn vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only french

But mostly bickered

They fed me strawberry wine

I sat in my room writing you lines on doilies

They all said the same thing

I wish you were hereThe lights on Lake Geneva are a sight for sore eyes

They turn the water into glass

I could step on it and be in Lausanne

Then I'd be just miles from you, maybe I'd see you in line at the shooting booths

Maybe you'd buy me an ice cream coneBut if you look you'll see my initials stitched inside your left breast pocket

The one you keep your handkerchief in

The one closest to you heartSince I was a girl I've been good at embroidery

Since I was a girl I've been good at embroidery

But no needlepoint will bring you

Across this continental divide

Across the Atlantic ocean to where I am now