It Takes Two to Tango

Sheriff's boot heel
Scratching the swingadella's dance floor
What else could she feel?
But fear, if she can't dance no more

On way back home wonders meeting all
Those guys from the folk band
"One day I'll be as tall
As I'll be their friend."

She woke up smiling
Her night was good and long
She bought a country dream
And paid with a folk song

In the other night
She came back even from far
Held the seller tight
After recognizing his guitar

"So that's you, singing and selling !"
She said " I can't believe I've found
Someone like you around."

(the morning)

For her a cup of coffee
Before the singing of the
Stinger night gale
For him an old city
As scenery to his dreams for sale

After that day
They get close in each other's strings
But if he doesn't play
She doesn't dream

Sweet time came
Time to sing love rhymes
No days were the same
Daily art was dropping lines

Between doors, walls and chords
Became a time he remembers
From which he says "I miss you so"
I believe that's because
It takes two tango

Than he walks to boozery
Enjoys alone folknocracy
I believe that's because
It takes two tango

Than he walks to boozery
Enjoys alone folknocracy
Write songs telling why he got blindo
And forgets It takes two to tango

He tried to make it clear
But she was almost forgetting
About confusion
It was like she was a bootleg
And the old trunk was just illusion

Stars from constellations
Were the only thing could guide her gold
He made it hard again
After telling her swallowing stories
From dreams he sold

Than he walks to boozery
Enjoys alone folknocracy
Write songs telling why he got blindo
And forgets It takes two to tango