I like to rollerskate
With the books on tape
And my headphones
Sound like a big drone
And the parking lot
Looks like an open field
Oh, to feel
This dance on wheels
Wilma rested
Her only thought was
"Will the others find me here?
I hope not."
Counting out loud
Turns the wind into a math equation
Rushing by too fast to feel
(I like to rollerskate
With the books on tape
And my headphones
Sound like a big drone
And the parking lot
Looks like an open field
Oh, to feel
This dance on wheels)
Ready or not
Silhouettes return
Closing in
She knew that they were on bikes
But she heard them throw them down
And clink and twist and turn and then at once
A still pile of bikes
Now on foot
"Let's spread out," one yelled
They could go to hell
She saw
Maybe saul could hear her
If she could only get his attention before the others
She drew a water buffalo and placed it on his bicycle
Like in the art class
Silence
(I like to rollerskate
With the books on tape
And my headphones
Sound like a big drone
And the parking lot
Looks like an open field
Oh, to feel
This dance on wheels)
This buffalo wears roller skates
Wilma the water buffalo
Carried water
Down to the
Port
Watched the boats go by
Their voices so long scattered
Into the night
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be the last
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be the last
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be
The last dance
Doesn't have to be the last