If you turn up your radio, listen to the late show. You'll hear something we used to know.

Songs sung sweet and low, he took his lady waltzing.

Trying to tell her something, across the great divide.

Is it just the way the story goes, makes me feel I need you so.

Or just the way my heart knows not to be denied.

Oh well, maybe it was hopeless, girl. I cannot count the times we tried.

Each time I needed you, your arms were open wide.

He took his lady waltzing, yes, you know he loved her so. And I loved to hear him sing across the great divide.

Like a child, he's dreaming she is there, he sees her everywhere. Feels he could do anything if she was by his side.

Turn on your radio, listen to the late show. You'll hear something we used to know.

Songs sung sweet and low, he took his lady waltzing.

Waltzing, waltzing, across the great divide.

Well, I re-recalled one perfect time line, "'cause you're the one I thought I'd never find".

Mm, your breath and mine, I hold it all inside.

Don't you see now? There's nothing left to hide, waltzing with the lights low when there was no divide.

End