i know it's pathetic but that was the greatest night of my life

it was backstage in moscow late one night

we shared a cigarette

a kiss goodbye

her name was cayenne

so young and soft

her hands trembled badly

her eyes trailed off

to bottles and objects around the room

my backup guitar

a tray of food

we didn't have very much to say

she said that she'd come from some other place

a town called troyskirt

maybe troysworth

i was pretty distracted packing my stuff

but i did make a point to ask her to stay

but she said she had friends that she had to go see

later that summer i picked up my mail

she sent me a letter with a touching detail

i used up my minutes calling hotels