Dancers and Queens

He took a boat and then a train

Told a joke and said, "Hello"

Never asked for anything

Just a place where he could roam

Lord have mercy on the dancers and the queens

On the runaways like you and like me

Burnt out by expectation, lost in lonely fantasies

Drywallers' daughters and preachers' sons, like you and like me

What would I do without my boy?

His eyes are dark as midnight blue

Never raised up fists or batted an eye

Maybe I should call, 'cause I'm dying on my own tonight

Hey!

Lord have mercy on the dancers and the queens

On the runaways like you and like me

Burnt out by expectation, lost in lonely fantasies

Drywallers' daughters and preachers' sons, like you and like me

I'm crying

Maybe they're just jealous that we're free

I've been dying

Maybe they're just jealous that we're free

Maybe we'll be kings or maybe pawns

Most days we are just who we are

I can't be someone that I'm not

Or say a glass breaks more than once

Oh

Lord have mercy on the dancers and the queens

On the runaways like you and like me

Burnt out by expectation, lost in lonely fantasies

Drywallers' daughters and preachers' sons, like you and like me

Like you and me