Taller Dog: Listen

I've got one. It's special. Self explanatory, in one way. It was the second song I started to write, and the last one to be finished. As I recall. I do know it's special to me, lyrically. Musically, I consider it the "gringa" version of a Hungarian folk song. Wrong noun? Exactly.

There's a dance a dance
That I have been waiting for
a very long time

A dance with Grace
And recently I saw her face

Cause I dreamed and I dreamed
Until it became
the real thing
the real
the real
thing

And her hair smells so sweet
As I feel her heartbeat
And her hair smells so sweet
As I feel her heartbeat

She held out her hand
her touch filled me with grace
I can dance
I can finally dance
ahh ah a ahhhh

There's a dance a dance
That I have been waiting for