Blue Dress

I used to like your blue dress and I still do but I used to like it more
When the belt wrapped twice around my waist and the hem dragged on the floor
It was silky and real as I'd tiptoe in your party heels
Looking down, thinking — so this is how it feels
To wear your blue dress on a summer night, 1963
That little girl is crying and she's hugging you around your knees
Lean down, take her in your arms, say, "Hey you'll be alright
You'll be okay," and you go out for the night
In your blue dress that fits me now exactly like it fit you then
There's still a ticket stub in the pocket, and your fountain pen
And I'm not sure I ever meant to grow into this dress for real
As much as I rehearsed it I still don't know how to feel
In your blue dress on a summer night when I turn the page
And step into a photograph of you when you were my age
For all the time gone by and everything I've grown into
Sometimes being me feels like pretending to be you
In your blue dress
In your blue dress, ooh

I used to like your blue dress and I still do, but in a different way
I like the ink stain on the skirt and how the hem is frayed
I see it on a different scale and from a different angle now
Than when I'd look up at you reaching down
In your blue dress on a summer night, going out for the evening
Well, I still cry sometimes when I think about you leaving
Me
Your blue dress
Your blue dress, ooh