Thrity Years Waltz

I remember standing

All scrubbed down and clean

Tapping my foot

By the record machine

An I was watching you dancing

watchin you prancin

watchin you glancin

At me...so

I took my first chance

And I asked you to dance

And we touched the first time with a song flying by

And when the blue of your eyes

Met my blues down inside

Well I knew...that we two...could fly

Through

Thirty years of confuscions and change

Thirty years of the stress and the strain

Thirty years to be accused and to blame

Ahhh thirty years that don't mean a thing

When you put them beside

Them good songs we sang

So

Now I'm standing

But roughed up and mean

Kicking my boots

At the record machine

Til I remember the dances

remember the chances

remember you glancin

At me...so

I just brush off my pants

And I ask you to dance

And we touch once again with the song flying home

And that smile all your own

Still beats all I've ever known

So I laugh...and I moan

'Cause we two have flown

Through

Thirty years of the storms and the rains

Thirty years of the fears and the pains

Thirty years of the wars and the games

Ahhh

Thirty years that don't mean a thing

When you put them beside

Them good songs we sang