Dance

Hey, I wrote a simple song.

the words are easy, you can sing along.

I don’t even know what they mean.

No?  Tell me, what can you say?

 

What can you, what can you, what can you say?

 

We have so many people

with so many dreams.

When your asleep

is life what it seems?

 

Look at the faces we pass on the way

When we meet love,  We forget what to say.

Tell me, what can we say?

We just DANCE.

 

Oh, I know, the road is long.

Always winding and never down.

Still, nobody knows where they are  going.

No?  Tell me, where are you now?

 

where are you, where are you, where are you now?

 

So many people with so many dreams.

When we’re asleep,

is life what it seems.

 

Look at the faces we pass on the way

When we meet love,  We forget what to say.

Tell me, what can we say?

We just DANCE.

 

 

 

 

VAGABOND

VAGABOND:

Did I see that sparkle flash within your dark gray eye?

Your laughing at the VAGABOND that slowly shuffles by.

He’s drooling at the feast, laid before you like a queen.

Nowhere a sadder soul, I have ever seen.

Did I see that sparkle die within your cold gray eye?

Wondering at that VAGABOND you recognize inside.

Guilty of a feast laid before you like a queen.

Hiding from a darker soul than anyone has ever seen.

The clock strikes twelve, in the dark night of your soul.

You wonder at the shiver, from some inner toll.

Where does the lady hide, when she’s without her clothes?

Where does she lay her head, out in the frozen snow?

Come and sit beside the fire, take and ember it’s for you.

Take it up into your heart, rekindle, renew.

Here now the lady hides, when she’s without her clothes.

With me she lays her head, when in her dark she goes.

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I’m glad to see that sparkle die, bring out your eyes of blue.

Gray is too cold, for a VAGABOND  to see through.

Take up the feast of life, not just for me and you.

Take up the feast of life, rekindle renew.

The clock strikes twelve.