Tell Her I’m Just Dancing

What catches fire
 Brightens my eyes
 Gathering joy to myself
 Wrecking my light
 What catches fire
 Brightens my eyes
 And those bottom-end boys
 They clap on one and three
 Yes, I built a wall, now I cannot get over
 Oh, you can't choose your blues, but you might as well own them
 For a little while, like the spirit of an older
 Hey, Diamond heel, get your storm clouds open
 Now, how many miles, to Birmingham?
 I'm asking on a friend in the gathering wind
 Old hatted cross
 Rock hold me
 If she asks where I am, tell her I'm just dancing
 Yes, I'm just dancing, now I cannot get over
 Oh, you can't choose your blues, but you might as well own them
 For a little while, like the spirit of an older
 Hey, Diamond heel, get your storm clouds open
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 What catches fire
 Brightens my eyes
 Gathering joy to myself
 Oh, it's a lucky thing