He reaches for the dancer as if he's got the right
And everybody knows the old man's stoned
More than forty years too late for what he never was
While everything he was got watered down
She's half busy dancing, her eyes red from the smoke
And red because she's seen it all before
She smiles without excitement and steps back in the spotlight
And throws a dancing shadow on the floor
And she's every empty-handed dream he ever left behind him
Leaning on a bottle on his way down to the floor
Thinking she's the one to tell him that it's alright
And he wants that worse than anything he ever lost before
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Maybe he's been married, maybe he's been not
But either way, right now he's all alone
All the time his friends were busy growing up
All he was, was busy growing old
Now his feet are both unsteady but he waves when people laugh
And each time that she smiles he thinks they've spoke
Believin' that she's thinking 'bout, thinking about him
But all she's thinking 'bout is going home
And she's every empty-handed dream he ever left behind him
Leaning on a bottle on his way down to the floor
Thinking she's the one to tell him that it's alright
And he wants that worse than anything he ever lost before
♪
And she's every empty-handed dream he ever left behind him
Leaning on a bottle on his way down to the floor
Thinking she's the one to tell him that it's alright
And he wants that worse than anything he ever lost before