Long ago, or so they tell me, So they tell me, People danced in pairs. And they never knew the numbing Of the drumming, Back when murmured words could catch you unawares. In the past, or so they whisper, So they whisper, Couples danced in twos. Long before these flashes woke us, We could focus On the gaze that gave the necessary cues. And I could share My inmost thought, And all I sought Would be right there. Come and dance me ‘cross the ballroom beams. Quick, before my hopes all give out, Let us live out All our dreams. And in my dreams, I love the way he waltzes, I love the way he looks in my eyes. He can un-sheath The soul underneath… It’s awfully quiet; What does he expect me to say? Where are the drumbeats to fill in each pause? And where are the strobe lights to hide all my flaws. He’d probably stare, And I’d feel so bare… Thank goodness I’m not really there. Though the thought may overwhelm me, When they tell me People danced in pairs, If I only let my mask down, Take a deep breath, Then, instead of having flings, I’ll have affairs. In a time long out of fashion, They knew passion, As they danced alone. And they’d know a true desire And conspire On just how to dodge the dozing chaperone. Then out! Into the night, The moonlight waned, As they walked on. And, into one another’s eyes, Before the rising dawn had caught them, They’d be gone.