Tom Russell - The dance

Morning comes a-^Emcalling, ^Amknocking at the ^C7door It ^Fslipped up on two ^Clovers, it's ^Dmfound them on the ^Gfloor ^C Sunlight spills a ^Emshadow, ^Amshading every gla^C7nce It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancers from the ^Cdance

Footsteps ring so ^Emhollow ^Amas he tries to ^C7lead ^FOnce she used to ^Cfollow, ^Dmnow they tip-toe ^Glead ^C Going through the ^Emmotions, ^Amin a lover's ^C7trance It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancers from the ^Cdance

Now he's ^Amdancing a^E7lone down the ^Fstairs Pretending ^Emnot to ^Ccare The ^Fballet is ^Fmempty of ro^Cmance It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancer from the ^Cdance

They're so close to^Emgether, ^Amthey're so far a^C7part They've ^Fmemorised their ^Clines, but never ^Dmunderstood their ^Gpart ^C He says, "You'll never ^Emlive alone, she ^Amsays, "I'll take the ^C7chance" It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancers from the ^Cdance

Now she's ^Amdancing a^E7lone, come the ^Fmorning Waiting ^Emfor the ^Cdawn The ^Fballet is ^Fmempty of ro^Cmance It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancer from the ^Cdance It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancer from the ^Cdance It's ^Fhard to tell the ^Fmdancer from the ^Cdance