Iron legs are turning red
Copper wires inside my head
Kettle screams a silver tone
Sitting in this house alone
Slow dance on a rusty chain
Waiting for the summer rain
Swaying in a velvet breeze
Sinking to my shaking knees
Tea is steaming in the cup
Wait for morning to wake up
Wooden slats are worn and thin
Let the funny game begin
Slow dance on a rusty chain
Waiting for the summer rain
Swaying in a velvet breeze
Sinking to my shaking knees
Polished floor and yellow paint
Singing like a choir saint
Watch the clock tick on the wall
Waiting for the heavy fall
Tarnish on the silver spoon
Humming to a funky tune
Screeching like a broken gate
Telling me it is too late
Curtains shaking in the draft
Laughter like a little craft
Sugar cubes are turning white
Holding on with all my might
Slow dance on a rusty chain
Waiting for the summer rain
Swaying in a velvet breeze
Sinking to my shaking knees
Old laces on a leather shoe
Looking for a point of view
Bitter taste of lemon peel
Spinning like a heavy wheel
Slow dance on a rusty chain
Waiting for the summer rain
Swaying in a velvet breeze
Sinking to my shaking knees
Swaying low, swaying slow.
Just let it go.
(Brass stab)