[Chorus]
Don't run away, dear
Don't hide what you feel
Hold me a few measures more
We dance but a moment
But the moment is real
That's what the waltz is for
The danger and the promise
Rush on through the night
And living in fantasy
Doesn't seem right
Our settled lives call us
To go separate ways
But for now how the music
plays
[Repeat Chorus]
by Bob Franke © 1982 Telephone Pole Music
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