basking in the summer glow of streetlight
swivelling my arm right around its radius
leaping from one to another across the street
who cares if its nine pm?
allowing it to wrap myself in its arms
and flicking out and in and out and in
if you don't really know what life will bring
just look across the street and see me do a tango or jive
with the street lamps
who cares if it's nine and the whole world's asleep
that's the best time to let it out and feel
in the darkest nights, the coldest nights can warm you up all bright
dancing with the street lamps
but when the music stops and the lights dim down
and the vicious sky pours its soul on the ground
the speckled floor may tell you to go back in,
ignore it, trust yourself, and let it all out