The Song with the Violins

I play the same record again and again
Hoping you walk in to the song with the violins
I trust you've memorized your script
I've got my part down perfectly
But it's so hard
To concentrate on my lines
I can't hear myself think
Over the song with the violins

It's getting late
Have you missed the turnoff
Or lost my number?
I know your new number by heart
Your motorcycle worries me
One slip and you'll miss the
Suntan I got for you
The house I cleaned for you
The shirt I pressed
The tight ripped jeans
And the song with the violins

Impatience is tapping my foot
Shaking my head
Making me reach for the phone
Disappointment is tearing my eyes
Shaking my words
Taking me back to the first time you
Hurt me

And oh, how we
Play the same record again and again
Falling in step to the song with the violins
I've choreographed this lovely dance
And you, with your two left feet
Stepping all over
The Fred and Ginger possibilites
Bumping the needle
Leaving a gaping
Hissing
Scratch
In my favorite song
The song with the violins
The song with the violins