One More Dance (Brownstein/Battat)

Fire burns the field around

The old county fairground

No one sees and no one knows

It’s a damn shame that no one goes

Pick up the phone call 911

A minute on hold and my lines’ been hung

Years ago they said goodbye

But I still came for one last ride

Good God I’ve got to say

When did we let things slip away?

If we had one more dance

We’d give ourselves another chance

The children here all play inside

No longer seek they only hide

Schoolyard grass grows high as trees

Trade the breeze for no scraped knees

The lessons lost now rarely taught

It seems as though we forgot

Though our roots can’t be undone

We decide who we become

Good God I’ve got to say

When did we let things slip away?

If we had one more dance

We’d give ourselves another chance

Written by Jake Brownstein and Patrick Amarante

Copyright Lazy Egg Records