A Different Dancer
Two by two the dancers twirl:
in pretty pairs they go.
Two by two, they trace the steps
I almost think I know.
But I don't have a partner, and
that's not about to change;
there's no one waiting in the wings
who doesn't think I'm strange.
I'm always just a step behind
when I am asked to dance,
but if I take a spin alone,
they look at me askance.
I guess I'd like to be in love,
to dance for all to see;
but tangoing takes more than one
and I have only me.
And so I dance a different dance
to music they don't hear;
and if they scorn my stumbling steps
I turn a heedless ear.
I'm waltzing through my life my way
and clumsy though it is
there might be someone out there who
is stumbling through his.
Someone who does a two-step when
the music cries out 'swing'
Someone who'll stay in step with me
and like the way I sing.
Our hands don't have to fit just right
I know Ill crush his toes
but if the music starts to play,
well well see how it goes.
Two by two the dancers twirl
and I am on my own,
dancing to a different beat,
content, for now, alone.