The music is playing, do you hear it?
The music plays, oh how I want to dance.

Sometimes the song is light, and I seem to prance, in rhythm with it, I am.
I smile, I turn, I pivot at the sound.
I sway, I sing, oh how happy I am.

Other times, well ya know, those are black,
and I try but I just cannot dance.

I been bruised, I'm black and blue,
my heart cries out, but to whom?

The music, it plays on, not knowing, not caring.

Do you hear the music?
do you see me?
Can you touch me, this heart?

The music is playing,
do you want this dance?