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