Hold that thought Iâll be right back Put it in the old and special place With the bric-a-brac With the trains and things
Youâd said youâd dance until you die
But then so did I Gee, I told a lie
Keep that thought and hold my hat Put it in the place where all the words come flooding back In denial You hold my hand and start a joke Some things are best left unspoke Jerusalem artichoke
When weâre on that boulevard With our heads up in the stars over there And our eyes engaged Towards a future clear and bright
Let the rainy days and a gentle face Be enough to get by When we focus on everything thatâs wrong We can call out and cry Why arenât we dancing tonight?