I am dancing in the stacks all alone, from the floor-to-ceiling window I see you walking home.
Now I'm only "dancing in my heart", bit lonesome at the end of day as at the start.
I've got a song for every wrong I've ever made you suffer through. What good's a song, when my heart's a sleeping giant that won't come to?
Now I'm only dancing in my dreams, while dolled up girls are jumping out of cake.
I'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step.
I'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step.