The Dancer

“Play it straight”, everybody said. “Main street’s your only choice” They told him, “you’ll be great, right in step with all the boys” The good son said he’d try, local roads with the company. But soon he lost his stride, somewhere down a dead-end street.

A shock to realize when the song has got no beat, and you fight from 9 to 5 just to stay on your feet.

Reflexes got to change, so much to re-arrange, still a thousand miles away, never closer than today. Dear Abby, If I ask you, what’s your answer? When the day job is the wrong job …it’s just like chains on a Dancer.

Father told him, “you’ll be living on the edge of a blade, sleeping on the street. You can’t just waltz away, from your mother’s dreams?” So when he showed his moves, they all said this will pass. He’ll stumble half-way through, then come crawling back.

Then one morning they saw his car was packed and the warning in his eyes, he’s not coming back.

Reflexes got to change, so much to re-arrange, still a thousand miles away, but I’m heading out today. Dear Abby, if I ask you, would you have an answer? When the day job is the wrong job, it’s just like chains….

Reflexes got to change, so much to re-arrange, still a thousand miles away, but I’m heading out today. Dear Abby, If I ask you, what’s your answer?

When the day job is the wrong job, you break the chains,

When the day job is the wrong job, you break the chains,

When the day job is the wrong job, you break the chains, chains on the Dancer……..on the Dancer.