I had a date with a pretty ballerina.
Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes.
I asked her for this dance,
And then she obliged me.
Was I surprised, yeah,
Was I surprised, no, not at all.
I called her yesterday,
It should have been tomorrow.
I couldn't keep
The joy that was inside.
I begged for her to tell me
If she really loved me.
Somewhere a mountain is moving,
Afraid, it's moving without me.
I had a date with a pretty ballerina.
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes.
I asked her for this dance,
And then she obliged me.
Was I surprised, yeah,
Was I surprised, no, not at all.
And when I wake up on a dreary Sunday morning,
I open up my eyes to find there's rain.
And something strange within said:
"Go ahead and find her,
Just close your eyes, yeah,
Just close your eyes, and she'll be there."
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She's there, she's there,
Ah, she's there,
Ah, she's there.
