The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.
Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, disturbed her dress or hair.
Round at her feet, burst by the dust, a ghost rain dropped like tears.
We waltzed cross Texas.
We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea.
It seemed like a good idea.
How it seemed like a good idea!

The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the day stood still.
Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, played on her face as she said,
We can't go on like nothing is wrong - don't be that [bad word] to me.
We waltzed cross Texas.
We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea.
It seemed like a good idea.
How It seemed like a good idea!

And it seemed like a good idea.
It seemed like a good idea.
Well, it seemed like a good idea.

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.