One-Legged Waltz
But I am not sorry, oh no I'm not sorry
In fact I feel rather simple and clean, and truthful
I've simply decided to no longer pretend
Like I'm having a good time with you when I'm not, or to put up
With jerky behavior
It's simply not worth it
I'd rather be lonely than tolerate fools acting mean as they please
And expecting their women to graciously appease them
No matter what they might do
And haven't you noticed how the kindness in men
So rare and so treasured wears off once a few blessed months have passed?
Why can it never last
Then later, much later, they come crawling back
Wondering how you have been doing, and they seem so concerned
So gentle and kind
Almost as nice as before you let them into your pants
It's a sad excuse for romance
And if you'd ventured to ask me, here's what I would've said:
I am right and you are gone
I am right and you are wrong
Yes, I believe in a one-legged waltz
Yes I believe in a language without talking
Yes I believe in leaving without walking
And I believe I am right and you are gone
I am right and you are wrong
For still they expect you to sing their praises
While your rough-hewn voice goes unheard
Their kindness undisplayed
And your gracious ignorance of all of their faults is so underpaid
So rather than finish this same old story
I'd rather choose nothing at all
I'd rather not answer when you call
Yes I believe in a one-legged waltz
Yes I believe in thinking without thoughts
Yes I believe in seeing with the lights off
I believe I am right and you are gone
I am right and you are wrong