Late For The Dance

I arrived last night at half past two
In my best dress and my best shoes
I rushed up the stairs to look for you
But I was late for the dance

And there was nothing left but faint perfume
And floating smoke in an empty room
And a janitor leaning on his broom
I was late for the dance

I'd been taking my sweet time
Yes I'd been hesitating
But I finally made up my mind
And you weren't there, no
You weren't there

Just tin-foil ashtrays and cigarette butts
And lipstick-printed plastic cups
The barkeep said, "We're all closed up"
I was late for the dance

And I asked the doorman if he'd seen you
He said, "What a pity"
He said you waited on the stairs
Then left with someone
Left with someone

I looked up at the stars and cussed
I thought what might have been for us
But the band was leaving on the bus
And I was late

I was late for the dance