NO TELLING © Linda Thompson

He came in the ballroom, just a crazy old man.
His eyes seemed to glaze in the light.
Just some old hawker, to judge by his rags,
Come in from the cold of the night.
The whole room was dancing, they paid him no mind
As he slipped (stepped?) to the bar and said, "Please be so kind."
And the music kept ringing in the back of his mind.
No telling what a love song will do.

As the queen of the ballroom sang a favourite song,
He stood with his glass in his hand.
He was weary of living the days of his life
And tonight was the last he could stand.
He shut out the future, he shut out the past,
And even the present was running out fast.
The queen of the ballroom said, "Make this the last."
No telling what a love song will do.

As she started to sing for the very last time,
He trembled as he stood there alone.
And the pain he'd been holding inside for so long
Just fell from his heart as a song.
It was only a love song, simple and clear
And he bowed as it shook him with every last tear.
And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear.
No telling what a love song will do.

Oh, the queen of the ballroom still glitters and shines
Each night at the Old Timers????
And maybe it's something they put in the wine,
Her beauty refuses to fade.
"I think she got married to a stranger", they say,
"Just a crazy old man who came passing one day."
And the whole town still dances and the music still plays.
No telling what a love song will do.
No telling what a love song will do.