(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
Out on the floor the couples are swing
To one ¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚°Faded Love¡n on the jukebox tonight
You slide in your coins
And the music keeps playing
A slow country dance
On a Saturday night
Sweethearts in love and others just lonely
Searching for someone to waltz with tonight
In a smoky old bar you know that it¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s only
A slow country dance
On a Saturday night
And love¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s never easy or ever as true
When the changing of partners
Is no longer new
You lead with your heart and closing your eyes
Dance just to dance
In three quarter time
Down at the bar a woman tells stories
Batting her eyes to someone not there
Her class is half full or maybe half empty
Like the jokes told about her
When they think she can¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯t hear
And now the perfume is cheap and the make-up is careless
And the dress out of fashion for a woman her age
But she don¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯t give a damn for those who would cherish
A much lighter step and a much younger face
And love¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚¯s never easy or ever as true
When the changing of partners
Is no longer new
You lead with your heart and closing your eyes
Dance just to dance
In three quarter timeI love to ruin my tent, I love the romances
From the bag of angels a sawn-off broken wing
They're drinking whiskey, they're getting high
They cast the shadows and the passing of the summer sky
The passing of the summer sky
The King is dead, the well is dry
The well is dry
She's shooting broken arrows, she's shooting crooked smiles
All along that wicked bench from the belly of a swine
She's pouring whiskey, she's getting high
Too scared to see herself, reflections of the devil's eyes
Reflections of the devil's eyes
The King is dead, the well is dry
The well is dry
The need may be your twisted needs
It may be you're crave
To rest my head on souls of fire
Sight the swarm I kiss my eyes