There's word on the street
That the waltz is a dance we should dance to,
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
Why can't you see that it's cold?
Romance is cold, romance is cold.
There's word on the street
That they're killing off every romantic.
I guess that I should be happy.
Why can't they see that it's lost
That cause is lost, strong, gone, and lost.
How many times must I say
That I've got a right to refrain
From all that you say I should be and should do,
Should hope for and pray for and cross?
Where is the hope that I've lost?
All this time I've been dancing the waltz.
There's word on the street
That the box of Pandora is open,
And there will be nobody spared.
Why can't you see without you,
I don't have life enough with me to care.
Well there's word on the street
That what goes around is always what comes around,
But this could not be more untrue.
Why can't you see that it's true,
If we all cling, then we cling then we're through.
How many times must I say
That I've got a right to refrain
From all that you say I should be and should do,
Should hope for and pray for and cross?
Now, where is the hope that I've lost?
All this time I've been dancing the waltz.
How many times must I say
That I've got a right to refrain
From all that you say I should be and should do,
Should hope for and pray for and cross?
Where is the hope that I've lost?
All this time I've been dancing the waltz.