By Brenda Sutton
I'm a very good waltzer. This song comes
from the years I spent dancing in my bedroom all alone. The tune is
original but has a tiny snippet of "The Skater's Waltz" at the
beginning and the end.
Silent, she sits on the edge of
Hears the first strains of the Viennese aire,
Looks at the men as they hem and they halt,
And prays, "Please let one of them ask me to waltz."
For there is the soul of a great
It's trapped in her body tonight,
Urging her on to escape from her stillness
To play with the rest in the light.
Couples around her all move to
Leaving her sitting alone by the door.
Caught in her eagerness, she sits and sways.
No one is tapping her shoulder today.
For years she has practiced alone
in her room,
Dancing with ghosts to her favorite tunes,
Chatting and flirting in crinoline cream.
Oh, why can't reality be like her dreams?
For there is a sweet, faceless
man in her memory
Taking her hand in his own,
Whirling her, swirling her all 'round the dance floor,
They're waltzing to pleasures unknown.
The music is slipping by; soon it
Partners applaud and then dance off again.
Nobody sees at the end of the hall
The girl with closed eyes... the true belle of the ball.