She's waiting alone at the bar
She's lost in her own thoughts
If you don't see her NOW
She'll be taken like your last breath
And you'll be as good as dead
And of course it comes on
That was your song
She's dancing like you're not there
She's lost in the eyes of a stranger
If you don't grab her NOW
She'll be gone just like the wind
And you'll never dance again
And of course it comes on
That was your song
She's given you her last call
And if you're listening at all
You will see her NOW
She's leaving with or without you
You'll be history or a memory soon
And of course it comes on
'Cause it's the last song
You want to hear
This is a "frankensong". It started out as several separate lyrics that were so obviously about the same thing. So I put them together...And this came out.