The Slow Dance, of what does it make you think?
Of summer dresses, ice tea and lemonade
Of ballrooms and masquerades

The Slow Dance, it has a deliberate movement, does it not?
In time you must roll hand in hand
Like lovers cheek to cheek lost in forgotten land

The Slow Dance, but is it a dance?
A waltz, a trot, and a rag time step
You feel  secrets that no one knows you've kept

The Slow Dance, surely you see what I mean?
Gravely, I know not what is in store
To end is to begin and find out once more

The Slow Dance, why do only a few take part?
It is meant for one but not for all
Yet many take their step, stutter, and fall

The Slow Dance, when does it end?
Through pain and sorrow of a heavy heart
When it is all too great, you must step apart

The Slow Dance, but how long does it take?
Over in a moment, a decision of rash
The end can be long or just a flash

Ah yes, The Slow Dance is not a dance at all
Just an isolated path sauntered alone
The means to end only a few have shown