The Last Waltz Songtext
von The Beautiful South

Don′t feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old
More the realisation that you've let yourself be covered by mould
Age isn′t something you wrap up if you're feeling the cold
It's a laugh ten times harder at a joke 11 times told

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we′ve missed the last waltz
That we′ve missed the last waltz

Don't feel bad if you′re feeling past your sell-by date
Like the roller coaster ride slowed down to a serious debate
Oh, the whether you tell them you're ready or whether you wait
Does someone place a hand on your shoulder and point the way to the gate

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we′ve missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz


You don′t count the birthdays 'til you're out on your own
They come thicker and faster and too damn late to postpone
And wisdom′s the last thing the scientists willing to clone
Science advances, maturity dances alone

Science advances, maturity dances alone

Solitude has only existed
Since overspill demanded a view
Finding our space has only been around
Since the invention of the bustling queue

Forcing everyone to be a loner
If they didn′t join the regular crew
And if you weren't in the in-crowd, you were cast away
So don′t let them cast away you

Tight-knit families are tight enough
For stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
Was the sort of crowd that ordinary drew

Emptiness needs rowdiness
A reminder of why it's recluse
Rowdiness needs the gap emptiness leaves
To wallow in glorious youth


Tight-knit families are tight enough
For stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
Was the sort of crowd that ordinary drew

So as long as Man Friday′s gone by Saturday
You're sure to find the arguments stop
You don′t need time, no space, no room
Just a story of which they're no part
Why a gentle request to be left alone
Feels like a kick in their heart?
Why any hug lasting more than one second
Always seems your cue to depart?

By all means, be your own person
But they choose the time and the place
Please feel free to do your own thing
But make sure it's done at their pace

Please feel free to do your own thing
But make sure it′s done at their pace