I never was too good at dancing   Somewhere I'd step out of line   But I knew that I had wings on my heels   When they played in three-quarter time      The pride of the north-end would swagger   The blades from the south-side would shine   But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life   When they played in three-quarter time      One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls   One by one the winters came forgetting names      I never learned how to sweet talk   Those are the words I can't find   Yet I had a tongue of pure silver   When they played in three-quarter time      One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls   One by one the winters came forgetting names      Money might slip through my fingers   And there won't be much to call mine   But I'll know that I had wings on my heels   When they played in three-quarter time