--words and music by Michael Stanley
from "Ladies' Choice", 1976, Epic Records
Did you ever try and hold a morning So close beside you so afraid to let it go And knowing if it's morning then the night's not far behind Here comes another night alone... In all the songs it sounded easy Like just take a number and your love will be right in A celluoid believer, but the first row on the left All the closer that he's ever been... So what can you say for an old dancing fool Who has spent all his money on visions and rhymes To tell the truth would be too cruel And who's to say that his way Is any worse than mine... No time to think of leaving No time to rewrite all the lines that didn't play And as the critics hover from the rafters of your dreams Waiting on the ones that got away... So what can you say for an old dancing fool Who has spent all his money on visions and rhymes To tell the truth would be too cruel And who's to say that his way Is any worse than mine... And who's to say that his way Is any worse than mine... What can you say for an old dancing fool What can you say for an old dancing, old dancing fool... to fade