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Keep a fire burning in your eye |
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Pay attention to the open sky |
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You never know what will be coming down |
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I don't remember losing track of you |
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You were always dancing in and out of view |
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I must have thought you'd always be around |
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Always keeping things real by playing the clown |
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Now you're nowhere to be found |
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I don't know what happens when people die |
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Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try |
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It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear |
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That I can't sing |
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I can't help listening |
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And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round |
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Crying as they ease you down |
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'cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing |
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Dancing our sorrow away |
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(right on dancing) |
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No matter what fate chooses to play |
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(there's nothing you can do about it anyway) |
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Just do the steps that you've been shown |
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By everyone you've ever known |
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Until the dance becomes your very own |
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No matter how close to yours |
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Another's steps have grown |
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In the end there is one dance you'll do alone |
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Keep a fire for the human race |
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Let your prayers go drifting into space |
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You never know what will be coming down |
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Perhaps a better world is drawing near |
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And just as easily it could all disappear |
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Along with whatever meaning you might have found |
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Don't let the uncertainty turn you around |
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(the world keeps turning around and around) |
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Go on and make a joyful sound |
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Into a dancer you have grown |
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From a seed somebody else has thrown |
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Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own |
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And somewhere between the time you arrive |
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And the time you go |
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May lie a reason you were alive |
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But you'll never know |
