Dance Song

Trying to stay close at the end-of-term show to some girls
I don't really care for
And one of them sits behind translucent slips, barely clothed
The earth in her hand

I'll see her again in a whiteout like this at a loft
With bedrooms for sculptures
She'll interrupt attempts at self-promotion to a guy
Who isn't listening

In these years I've harnessed street light
To peer into brownstones that hide my adult life
The forecast's violent, a current to guide what we're doing tonight

And I feel like dancing
And making my way to where you're standing
Rework the storm into my body
Release, retreat and collapse softly

Filing out slowly of Dodge and I'm surprised to find
It's already violet
I guess that's because I was hooked on your face in the glow
Of New Wave screenings

You'll take me in stride as your ego burns bright and the Times
Covers your paintings
They're one of a kind, deserve walls by High Lines, but at least
You could have said hi

Now there's violence in my presence
While I ring the buzzer at a corporate office
Got no chance except that I'm dead set
On seeing what a movie set's like

And I feel like dancing
At parties that rarely happen
Explode in green, transform the lobby
When I get home the winter costs me