Hold that thought
I’ll be right back
Put it in the old and special place
With the bric-a-brac
With the trains and things

You’d said you’d 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 we’re 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 that’s wrong
We can call out and cry
Why aren’t we dancing tonight?