When I was 18 I met a dancer

When she walked the spotlight followed her steps

She would twist and turn for the roar of the crowd

Her toes pointed her arms raised

She moves front and back side to side on the stage

She leaped and curtseyed and smiled and laughed

She packed her bags backstage and left

Saying goodbye she smiled once more

This time without a wild roar

I saw her crying on a city street

While I was walking home from the show

Her toes were Crimson

Her knees black and blue

In the silence of the night I helped her off the ground

She told me never sell yourself to the roar of the crowd