Smoke - Ballet Lyrics
Morning coffee, at a café on the promenade.And i watch the kids walk by.Then for a moment reality as we know it starts to fadeThis tattoo of a buffalo on this young boy's back, it caught my eyeI let fantasy kick inNow I place a tiara upon his headAnd for a second, damned if i don't feel young again.See the dance, watch him bleed in pirouetteHe told me he had me in mind when he wrote this one-man showIt starts kind of slowBut soon the pace picks up and he starts to spinFaster, faster, faster, faster, upon, upon his toesBeauty and grace, like his, whyThis must be a God given thing. I don't understand.Oh I go ahead and let fantasy kick in.I place a tiara on his pretty little head.Then for a second, damned if I don't feel young againSee the dance, watch him bleed, in pirouette, in pirouette, in pirouetteHe jumps up on the tableAnd bounces his leotardHis spread is so highYou know he's right there licking my faceBody stretched and spreadIt makes me weep, it makes me hardThe white man smell so sweetYou can almost taste itReality's done, done. and he's done, walked away.And my coffee done, got coldI sit there and try to learn to love my new found appreciation for the ballet.But real life still sucks, same old, same old.Real life still sucks, same old.
