The clouds were ballerina white
When in my rear view mirror
It became apparent
The Maître de Ballet had closed the curtain
I was certain the blackened sky would rain and rain
My windshield wipers pushed to and fro
Scraping nothing but dust
My halogen headlights ɾefused to [C7]shine
I was [Am7]sure the Pas de Deux had come to [C7]an abrupt end
And in that moment I wondered
Had I finally left you [A7behind
Then a burst of lightning
Eclipsing the length of the heavens
A blast of thunder
That could only be [Am]described as frightening
And still it didn't ɾain
Yet my [A]Fouette never wavered
At least that's what I told myself
Somewhere north of nowhere
All I could think was
You and [Bm]I had been there
That's when it occured to [C7]me
I was [Am7]the one who needed saving
And the ɾain came like [F]no other ɾain before
There are no winners, only losers
When danseur and [Bm]danseuse both lose tɾack of the score
And the ɾain came like [F]no other ɾain before
