LYRICS
The traffic races through my head
Before I blurt out what’s to be said
Won’t be a blight… no, not a dread
Try as I might to put it to bed
As you depend on a leprechaun
Your luck is gone… gone, gone, gone
Or worship some graven image
Digging your grave is no mirage
Not in this age… not in this day… hey, hey, hey!
You can dance here. There’s nothing to fear.
Put your arms in the air. Dance without care.
Prancing up and down… chancing it all around
Carefree dancing happily
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — A C D A
A G A
G A
This song was written at the end of South Street while sitting over I-95. As I was playing the music and trying to write lyrics, two young girls started dancing uncontrollably.
Made in America (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Locally Grown Last Supper
By Daniel Brouse