She’s cuddled with a book, got a distant look
saying she is caught in her dreams now
He’s shredding a guitar, he’s gonna be a star,
these strings are giving off steam now

Nachtmusik is a wing, sweeping ‘cross the strings,
She breathes in every measure
Night music’s from the lands, rising from the sands,
He searches for his treasure

Left and right, dark and light, head to head,
he said, she said, what's the common thread now
She starts to dance while he sings
Sweet step of spiralings
spinning and beginning of a locked embrace
both face to face just he and she

She’s jumping a jete, virtual ballet
as she laces up her shoes,
and He’s Playing 45’s living in the lives
of every delta bluesman

Balanchine, ballone échappé
Elmore, Sun house, listen while the boys play
Indigo notes near breaking,
Dangerous undertaking
Bending never ending every string that
brings them close together as he and she

Her cup of English tea at the stroke of 3
filled with sugar and cream now
Black coffee in bed filling up his head,
hot words are pouring a stream now

History, mystery, romance books
Minuet, break a sweat, stop your dirty looks and
She starts to dance while he plays
Making it sure they’re always
spinning and beginning in a locked embrace
both face to face just he and she