Wings on My Heels

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