The reality of it all

A dancer who was high in a field from a moment
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn’t stop that spinning force
I felt envy
Everything around seemed to give away
She walked up with a flower and I care

So the dancer who gets wild to the deep reveling rhythm
But I am always away for weeks
that pass slow like mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who danced in spite of anything
I walk out in the flowers and feel better

If I could just leave my body for the night

Then we could be dancing no more missing you while I am gone
Then we could be dancing and you’d smile and say I like this song
And then our eyes would meet girl, we will recognize nothing’s wrong
And I wouldn’t feel so selfish I won’t be this way very long

To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time

And we’re dancing, early hours drunken days finally ended
And the streets turn for pillowcase
And I fumble all good lie
Then the ecstasy turns the writhing light through our windowpane
Now I am gone, I left flowers for you there.