Dancing Days Ron Pope

One, two
A-one, two, three

I woke up with my head on fire
My eyes are bloody red
Oh last night echoes in my ears
It's time to raise the dead
And the girl I love won't look this way
I've got apologies to make
I was born beneath a troubled sign
That I cannot escape

All my dancing days
They ain't done yet
On my father, son
You know what that says
All my dancing days
They ain't done yet
Know my turn will come
But it ain't come yet

I went down on that city street
Just trying to catch my breath
But I watched my neighbour run away
I wondered what I said
Got a problem keeping my mouth shut
But man, it serves them right
When they throw us out
We'll sleep on that couch
Let 'em fight another night