DANCE

Night found me down by the river
With a glass of deliverance & thorns in the side
Inside the light of a candle
I ran, feet standing still on a landslide
Trying to flag a ride

One lash, fog slashed by a streak of
Daylight from the drum & the silver string
Bare boned, I roamed through the shadows
& saw from out of the darkened wings
The kiss of Life's sweet beckoning
As I saw you

Swaying
Sway to the music
Show a poor old amnesic
The brilliance
Of a magic
Spell on a ripplin' breeze
The sole source of Sorcery
Is seein' you, sweet lady
Dance

So long, tristesse
Bosom buddies like us should know
When to call it a day
I've made up my mind
& found it's twenty past time
For tryin' to make a change
Time to shake, to make or break
Since I saw you

Swaying


Words & Music by
TK Berg  ©  2006