He Might Not Waltz Lyrics

He Might Not Waltz

He might not waltz

He might not dance

He might just stand there his hands in his pants

Maybe he's deaf

Maybe he's shy

Maybe you don't light a fire in the gleam in his eye

The ballroom alive sparkles and flows

Couples revolving so light on their toes

Spinning as one rhythmic divine

While he's frozen and silent immersed in a rhyme he can't trust

He might not waltz fox trot or jig

Beneath his tuxedo he might be a pig

Maybe his feet are glued to the floor

He might be a gigolo or maybe he's poor

No Samba no Cha Cha no Rhumba no Jive

He might not dance and you're not sure he's really alive

He lurks in the dark alone in his mind

Searching for something that he'll never find

Maybe he hopes

Maybe he yearns

Maybe he rues every bridge that his poems have burned

The dance floor it bursts with the ghost of a dream

Vibrating pulsating torn like a seam

Of the dress she once wore and a promise she made

While he lurks in the dark and his heart starts to fade into dust

He might not waltz fox trot or jig

Beneath his tuxedo he might be a pig

Maybe his feet are glued to the floor

He might be a gigolo or maybe he's poor

No Samba no Cha Cha no Rhumba no Jive

He might not dance and you're not sure he's really alive

He might not waltz

He might not dance

He might just stand there his hands in his pants