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