“I’m going to turn off the light” she said
“I’m tired but I don’t want to lay in bed”
Come to bed, I said, don’t worry about the light
She paced across the landing floor.
Throughout the week and night.
“I’m going to turn off the light” she said.
“Just leave it one more
day. What’s the worse that will happen? It’s only one light!“ I say
I know it’s not a light.
I know it’s not simple
When the light we ponder over is a symbol for the
disco
Prom
And those ******* school dances
The same tunes were played
“Look at her, with her legs splayed” said they
Yours arms and feet all astray
On the dancefloor
She pirouettes amongst the stars
That’s were she fits
To me
But your feet are weary
You’re all worn out
Rest your eyes
Turn that light out
I wish I could turn it off for you
Yet while you dream (and if you dream) dream of days of dancing
Amongst the stars (or earth(or sleep)
We’ll dance like you at twenty-two.