Thursdays

Nowadays her Thursdays are the worst days she finds Once used for dancing with the love of her life They'd practice the quickstep in front of the fire Oh and now she watches the flames Shrink to embers remembering Thursdays Nowadays her Thursdays are the worst days she thinks Once used for waltzing by the old kitchen sink The metal was rusty, the taps on the brink But their shoes shone as new as the glaze Of her eyes now remembering Thursdays Every week she'd ask if he would Like to take her hand "Thank you dear but I'm happy here" he said Watching from the stand So she came to sit by him, resting her feet After two years of trying she smiled at him sweet "I know you know this one, come dance with me please" And their shoes moved in twos as they swayed For twenty years on every Thursday Then he'd cut up the strawberries he'd pulled from the ground And they'd smile at the story of how they both found The love of their lives before they ever knew Their way round that little ballroom How to fall on one, rise on the two Nowadays her Thursdays are the worst days, she finds