Song: This really is the last waltz
Last orders are calling,
The last leaves are falling,
As autumn winds whistle up the end of the year.
Last buses are leaving
And my heart is grieving
At the thought of long nights without holding you near.
The dance floor is empty
As we circle round gently,
A fare-thee-well measure at the end of the dance.
The band's playing slow,
Soon they'll pack up and go,
No time for just one more chance.
But this really is the last waltz.
To drag it out longer would be false.
It's broke, there's no mending,
Nor no happy ending,
No place for brave faces or schmaltz,
This really is the last waltz.
We make for the exit,
No way we can fix it,
That lovers can part without feeling this pain.
After so many years,
We cry silent tears,
What we've done to each other again and again.
Too late to consider
No loser, no winner,
Just broken mem'ries of what might have been,
In my heart there's an ember,
And I'll always remember
The times we were true to our dream,
22.09.2000
I'm walking alone,
Now it's time to go home
And home without you is just no home at all
But there in the night,
Standing under the light
I can see a sweet stranger who's not strange at all.
We run to each other
As if we're new lovers
Forgetting what has been for what has to be.
The old music's playing
But I hear you saying
Our tune needs to find a new key.
Because . . .
That really was the last waltz.
To drag it out longer would be false.
We don't need to part,
We can make a fresh start,
No place for false hopes or schmaltz,
That really was the last waltz.
January 20, 2002
