The Dancer by Matt Wolf

Ballroom floors, dramatic scores
Bedroom doors, and midnight masquerades
All I ever think about
And all I ever dream about's the same

She's all I wanna hold
But when I hold her she's a million miles away
She's all I wanna know
But I don't know if I wanna know what makes her stay

She floats across the floor just like a feather
And slowly makes her way across the stage
I try to call her name, but there's no answer
The dancer
Her head goes round and round, she spins away

Grey and blue, satin shoes
Pictures painted dimly in the light
When I close my eyes I know
I'll have her in my dreams again tonight

Yeah she's all I wanna see
But when I see her my heart stops inside of my chest
She's all I wanna be
But I can't be the one if I can't learn the dance

She floats across the floor just like a feather
And slowly makes her way across the stage
I try to call her name, but there's no answer
The dancer
Her head goes round and round, she spins away

She floats across the floor just like a feather
And slowly makes her way across the stage
I try to call her name, but there's no answer
The dancer
Her head goes round and round, she spins away

• Americana
• Country
• alternative country
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville