The music's playing on, but something's wrong, something's gone.
The major's turning blue, and so did you, so did you.
I'm noticing the dirt, and it hurts that you left.
You really had to go, so you say, so you say.
Birds leave their nest, and they fly,
there's nobody left here but I.
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
that we'll ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
there's one record left, that you haven't heard. . .

The neighbors had to move, go away, go away.
I cant afford to leave, so I'll stay, I have to stay.
Birds know it's best, to fly, and I'll stick around and cry!
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
that we'll ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
there's one record left, that you haven't heard. . .
And i'll keep it spinning.