It’s a shame the way you chose to go   A genuine hero caught up in a travelling show.   A broken Indian in Wild Bills circus scene   Alone at night in your bed with the wind   Do you think of what was and what might have been      Won’t you take me to dance   In the streets of my last chance   Please take me to dance   Today      It was in July when you closed the door   A decision you took on the killing floor   And now your head is swelling with more and more   Things that make the truth seem obscure   I loved you once when your excuses were pure      Won’t you take me to dance   In a deep and drugged trance    Please take me to dance   I’ll pay       Remember the unravelling rambling road   The burning horizon a city that glowed   And the fields that rolled like waves   Right down to the wall   Where we sat listening for the sound of a call   And the silence..      Won’t you take me to dance   On the point of St Georges lance    Please take me to dance   I’ll pray      But that was all so long ago   The seasons turned those green fields to gold   Just like the money that buys you things   With jewels on your fingers and snakes at your feet   And the price of the doormen where all your prophets meet      Won’t you take me to dance   In the streets of my last chance   Please take me to dance   Today