it s midnight and the music is playing it s the same old song every night the melody is made out of memories the words you and i used to write i paid the band when you left me expecting them to pack it in but heartaches s a stubborn musician and it s playing a waltz that won t end and i can t help but remember you morning high midnight low i don t want to dance with your memory but somehow i can t let you go the band is playing too slow now i ve got to find a new partner and get on with my life but these dreams of moonlight dances with you are still sweet if a little off time and i can t help but remember you morning high midnight low i don t want to dance with your memory but somehow i can t let you go the band is playing too slow