Like ghosts on open windows. The curtains rise and fall. The past is a foreign country. At the dark end of the hall. . And the morning is an offering.
I'm the old man at the dance hall. I'm the young man in his grave. I'm the one you're gonna cry for. When you find I've gone away. . There's a phone booth on a corner.
Oh Sad Lady do you curse your name. And how many times have you been ashamed. Crazy Lady letting your emotions show. It's hard being a woman knowing what you know.
(Hall, Green). -------------. They met on the dance floor in the old high school gym. He fell like a rock. She kinda liked him. And his heart beat like thunder as they moved cross the floor.
They met on the dance floor in the old high school gym. He fell like a rock, she kinda liked him. And his heart beat like thunder when they moved 'cross the floor.
Like ghosts on open windows. The curtains rise and fall. The past is a foreign country. At the dark end of the hall. And the morning is an offering. To the shelter of the day.
I'm the old man at the dance hall. I'm the young man in his grave. I'm the one you're gonna cry for. When you find I've gone away. There's a phone booth on a corner.