Pretty Ballerina

i had a date with a pretty ballerina

her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes

i asked her for this dance and then she obliged me

was i surprised was i surprised no not at all

i saw her yesterday it could have been tomorrow

i couldn't keep the joy that was inside

i begged for her to tell me if she really loves me

somewhere a mountain is moving afraid it's moving in on me

and when i wake on a dreary monday morning

i open up my eyes to find there's rain

and something strange within says go ahead and find her

just close your eyes just close your eyes and she'll be there