Pere Ubu The Waltz
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could
fry an egg.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze
disturbed her dress or hair.
Round at her feet burst by the dust a ghost rain dropped
like tears.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
How it seemed like a good idea!
The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the
day stood still.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze played
on her face as she said, We can't go on like nothing is
wrong. Don't be that cruel to me.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
How It seemed like a good idea!
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good
idea.
Well! It seemed like a good idea.
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could
fry an egg.
