You can sing anything that you like, the evening is so far from through, and I've been learning
this old labor tune, while we all waited for you.
The new fiddler, he comes from Montreal, he won't talk, cause he only speaks French.
Before you sit down, let me take his drink, off of your piano bench.
Everyone's tuned up and ready to play, there's no one that you've still got to meet.
So you count it off, cause we love the way, no one here can follow that beat.
Will you still meet me tonight, out by the highway side, or will you just lay your regrets
once again in that crazy broken waltz time.
Your hair, it swirls like a fire in the snow, your hands dance over the key, and I can hear
the soft voice of that piano saying, yes baby, yes baby, please.
Your eyes follow mine as I play my guitar, I find myself lost for a rhyme, to remember
the way, we made love that day, in nearly three quarter time.
Will you still meet me tonight, out by the highway side, or will you just lay your regrets
once again in that crazy broken waltz time.
The fiddler watches you, wondering when you're gonna slow down or speed up, finally he just
shuts his eyes again, he turns around once and gives up, but me, I've been coming here
for much too long, to fall out the first time it don't work, it may take a while to catch up
with your style, so you just give the rhythm a jerk, because you and I, we've been playing
for years, don't you ever wonder why that is, and even the fiddler, he understands, so watch out
next chorus is his.
Will you still meet me tonight, out by the highway side, or will you just lay your regrets
once again in that crazy broken waltz time.
Will you still meet me tonight, out by the highway side, or will you just lay your regrets
once again in that crazy broken waltz time.