Steppes
To The Dancers
Music
Steppes
Words
Robert Masters
Lyrics
Stuck in a corner, I've
Painted myself
Into a room
Looking out through the steel bars
To the road I once walked
Part of me I left behind
Foolish thoughts of older lives
To the dancers
Who were dancing
Stepping on my life
To the jokers
Who were laughing
While my hands were tied
Ride away ride away and dance
For it's time, give a man
A chance to live
The clock hands have flown off
It's nearly a quarter to life
Pulled into patterns, I've
Let others
Take me into a place
Thirsting eyes ever drinking
Of a stream long washed out
Older friends in secret tones
Pay the singer send him home
To the dancers
Who were dancing
Thinking I was blind
To the planners
Who were planning
Other peoples lives
Step away step away and dance
For it's time, give a man
A chance to live
The clock hands have flown off
It's nearly a quarter to life
Believe me
I know all your circumstances
No one I know
Hasn't bowed to circumstances
In the end
It all equals out