The Waltz - Pere Ubu

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.

Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, disturbed her dress or hair.

Round at her feet, burst by the dust, a ghost rain dropped like tears.

We waltzed cross Texas.

We waltzed by the sea.

We waltzed through the tears.

And it seemed like a good idea.

It seemed like a good idea.

How it seemed like a good idea!

The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the day stood still.

Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, played on her face as she

said,

We can’t go on like nothing is wrong — don’t be that cruel to me.

We waltzed cross Texas.

We waltzed by the sea.

We waltzed through the tears.

And it seemed like a good idea.

It seemed like a good idea.

How It seemed like a good idea!

And it seemed like a good idea.

It seemed like a good idea.

Well, it seemed like a good idea.

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.