All the champagne bottles pout
Slow dances are said and done
The brushing sound of an open door
Sings a quiet song
And you whisper
Goodbye's got more for you
Wrap your hands in bandages
And you take a swing
And you break the glass
Saying child
I don't have time
For another dance
It's the last train home
All the places, the memory made faces
Soon you won't feel alone
You sigh for relief
And you feel both your feet sweep on the floor
And you whisper
Someone new's got more for you
Wrap your hands in bandages
And you take a swing
And you break the glass
Saying child
I took a chance
I hope you never change
As you make your way
To different days
I just have to say
You'll be okay
You'll be okay
You'll be okay
You'll be okay, oh
If you wrap your hands in bandages
And you take a swing, oh
Take a chance
Saying child
I learned to dance
So wrap your hands in bandages
And you take a swing
And you break the glass
Saying child
I learned to dance