THE DANCE

Your thoughts can’t change the rain.

Your thirst won’t water the crop.

If you’re thinkin' feast
Then you’re thinkin' famine.

‘Cause the dance is all you got.

Walk the road to Bethlehem.

Walk the road to Oz.

Whatever road you’re walking on

Is the road you’re walking on.

Your compass ain’t your voyage.

Your torch won’t light the dawn.

If you’re thinkin' feast
Then you’re thinkin' famine.

‘Cause the dance is all you got.

Walk the road to Bountiful.

Walk the road to Grief.

Whatever road you’re walking on

Is the road you’re walking on.

You can kiss the Devil's chin.

You can pinch the bum of Grace.      

If you’re thinkin' feast
Then you’re thinkin' famine.

‘Cause the dance is all you got.

Walk the road to Nowheresville.

Walk the road to Bliss.

Whatever road you’re walking on

Is the road you’re walking on.

You can gamble at the track.

You can gamble on the heart.

If you’re thinkin' feast
Then you’re thinkin' famine.

‘Cause the dance is all you got.

Walk the road to El Dorado.

Walk the road back into Dodge.

Whatever road you’re walking on

Is the road you’re walking on.

Your ode may be a signal flare.

Your love a bailing bucket.

If you’re thinkin' feast 
Then you’re thinkin' famine.

‘Cause the dance is all you got.

The dance is all you got.