Mean Little Red Polka Dot Dress
Riding backward for days on the train to L.A.
Staring at factories, hotels and red clay
Lonesome backyards, trash caught on a fence
Along with that mean little red polka dot dress
I don’t know how things got this way
Hard to remember the truth day by day
My heart is sore and my head is a mess
Just like that mean little red polka dot dress
It’s not about the usual sins
Like wanting too much and the wrong doorway in
There’s nothing left I’ve got to confess
Only this mean little red polka dot dress
Where have I been for the last 30 years
With one lazy eye, one blinks back the tears
This world’s full of beauty torn by distress
Just like that mean little red polka dot dress