Seven thousand letters
Eighty thousand calls
Trying just to make it through the fall
You’d ask about the music
You’d ask about the rhyme
You’d ask me why I never have the time
Washington was easy
Anchorage was free
Even in Geneva it w-as me
You never went to college ‘cause
They don’t know that much
It’s funny how we never keep i-n touch
~Chorus~
Oh, I am dreaming I am, waltzing you tonight
And we’re tw-irling through the madness
And dipping in the night
And we’ll l-augh about the good things
And cry about the way
Life goes on and on and on
Maybe I am lonely
Maybe it’s a game
Maybe I’m just looking for the blame
Maybe I am happy
As good as I can get
Maybe I’m not over you, yet
No one seems to notice
They didn’t know me then
I stumble on it every time I, try again
I think about the distance
And I remember how it felt
To be shaken by the hand that we were dealt
