Strain of the Dance

I’m walking to a corner now
I can’t even hear a sound
My heart is beating way too fast
My feet can’t even feel the ground
And I see you running too
A good thing that’s what we found
And I see you running too
A good thing that’s what we found

Under the night
In the steel and the glass
Night city signs and the cars zipping past
The speed of the smile
And the quick, thieving glance
The dreams and the fears
And the strain of the dance

Rolling in the neon light
Feel hungry eyes that scam the night
Cold hands to a burning flame
Slows the quick and speeds the lame
And tears swell in the ancient eyes
Roll the reel to where they dry
And I see them running too
A good thing that’s why they cry

Under the night
In the steel and the glass
Night city signs and the cars zipping past
The speed of the smile
And the quick, thieving glance
The dreams and the fears
And the strain of the dance

• Written by Jimmy MacCarthy