The Dance

Needing to dance, needing to sway
Wanting to float, wanting to waltz


You took my arm, you took my hand
Moving across the floor in tune with the band


Feeling like to only couple
Moving washing away any trouble


Our steps in time with our heartbeats
Ignoring the call of the streets


Why do dances end, my feet want to go on
But the time is over, the dance is gone.