The Waltz

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg

Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, disturbed her dress or her hair

Round at her feet, burst by the dust, a ghost rain dropped like tears

We waltzed across Texas

We waltzed by the sea

We waltzed through the tears

And it seemed like a good idea

The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the day stood still

Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, played on her face as she said,

"We can't go on like nothing is wrong-- don't be that cruel to me"

We waltzed across Texas

We waltzed by the sea

We waltzed through the tears

And it seemed like a good idea

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk