Ballroom blitz on the way home

You made up my mind

Tall room within out in the yard

We were given some time

And I

Oh I remain sorta sick

Now that I know

What was written in stone



And i still believe if you were around 

We'd go out on the town

Ballroom blitz fell on the floor

You made up my mind

Oh why didn't I?

Oh I remain sorta sick

Now that I know what was written in stone



We used to talk about 

If everything was right

The way we spent our time 

It's hard to believe 

Grow toward the design

Glory and laughter 

Hope high tide will be



Ballroom blitz on the way home

You'd made up my mind

Tall room within out in the yard

We were given some time