Did you ever try and hold a morning
So close beside you so afraid to let it go
And knowing if it's morning then the night's not far
behind
Here comes another night alone...

In all the songs it sounded easy
Like just take a number and your love will be right in
A celluoid believer, but the first row on the left
All the closer that he's ever been...

So what can you say for an old dancing fool
Who has spent all his money on visions and rhymes
To tell the truth would be too cruel
And who's to say that his way
Is any worse than mine...

No time to think of leaving
No time to rewrite all the lines that didn't play
And as the critics hover from the rafters of your
dreams
Waiting on the ones that got away...

So what can you say for an old dancing fool
Who has spent all his money on visions and rhymes
To tell the truth would be too cruel
And who's to say that his way
Is any worse than mine...

And who's to say that his way
Is any worse than mine...
What can you say for an old dancing fool
What can you say for an old dancing,
old dancing fool...