Live

Would you like to dance?
Some days I feel
I have missed out
On all life has to
Offer

But then a hand takes mine
And I remember

What I used to be...

There was once a day when I was young
Where music played like a beating drum
Inside my head, filling my

I see her through a dense fog,
swaggering her hips
out toward the dance floor.
At the crook of one finger
they all follow her
and

I used to be the one you called
The one you loved the best
Love we shared, that never palled,
Was sweeter than the rest.

But