Tell Her I’m Just Dancing

What catches fire

Brightens my eyes

Gathering joy to myself

Wrecking my light

What catches fire

Brightens my eyes

And those bottom-end boys

They clap on one and three

Yes, I built a wall, now I cannot get over

Oh, you can't choose your blues, but you might as well own them

For a little while, like the spirit of an older

Hey, Diamond heel, get your storm clouds open

Now, how many miles, to Birmingham?

I'm asking on a friend in the gathering wind

Old hatted cross

Rock hold me

If she asks where I am, tell her I'm just dancing

Yes, I'm just dancing, now I cannot get over

Oh, you can't choose your blues, but you might as well own them

For a little while, like the spirit of an older

Hey, Diamond heel, get your storm clouds open

What catches fire

Brightens my eyes

Gathering joy to myself

Oh, it's a lucky thing