But linger no longer...
The music was exquisite,
The melodies were new
The message was familiar,
Like something we all knew
But in time, the music faded,
The notes had lost their tone
Why stay at the dance hall
Once the band’s gone home?
Remembering, you hear it
It never goes away
Perhaps the lulling memories
Are what bid you to stay…
But when you stop, and look around you,
You’re standing there alone.
Why stay at the dance hall
Once the band’s gone home?
The band is playing elsewhere
For a very different crowd
Not as sweet, and not as soothing,
Rather fast, and rather loud…
Perhaps, then, it is time to go…
Perhaps, then, time to roam…
Why stay at the dance hall
Once the band’s gone home?