Dance; I can sweat, stutter about the dance floor
In a trance of confusion and a metaphor of clay
The bass player, with his sway, his self detached
Insignificance; dance for him is just another day
The lead guitar picks, as easily as his fingers wrap
The frets; no worry, steady; dance is the easy way
Jimba-jimba… a host of words from a far further
Fascination; with generosity dance is here to stay
Dance; I forget myself, lay lady lay
Oh let me move my body
More ever than I might my mind
To dance with my love I pray
