Dancer

You can talk about the answer but it's written on your pale, white chin

I know about the dancer that you lived with in Houston

She was pretty, blonde, good family, rode horses back and forth just to pass the time

Couldn't take them with you, you went sailing out Just to pass the time

Don't tell me I'll be fine, don't say that it's in my mind

And you're waiting on him, are you waiting on the answer you forgot?

Back in my mother's house, a gypsy, fairgrounds she trampled them

Made windows for tall buildings and the men in the factory were her only friends

Don't tell me I'll be fine, don't say that it's in my mind

And you're waiting on him, are you waiting on the answer you forgot?

Open up a bit, don't blame it on yourself just yet

I know your finger's on the answer, but the blossoms bloom while the dancer waits

Dancer waits by the wall by the wall