I kept the lamp for forty years.
I washed the salt and dried the tears.
I left the tower for the town.
To watch the golden sun go down.
The wind is warm on every face.
I find a brand new kind of space.
The air is thick with heavy sound.
My heavy boots have hit the ground.
Tango drifting down the street.
Moving to a steady beat.
Spinning in the silver glare.
Music floating through the air.
The sidewalk stones are polished white.
They glow beneath the evening light.
I see the dancers move as one.
The long day's work is finally done.
The wind is warm on every face.
I find a brand new kind of space.
The air is thick with heavy sound.
My heavy boots have hit the ground.
Tango drifting down the street.
Moving to a steady beat.
Spinning in the silver glare.
Music floating through the air.
I traded oil for velvet wine.
I left the jagged shoreline line.
The city hums a different tune.
Underneath a heavy moon.
No more crashing of the tide.
No more places left to hide.
Just the roar of open road.
Dropping every heavy load.
Tango drifting down the street.
Moving to a steady beat.
Spinning in the silver glare.
Music floating through the air.
The brass is loud, the drums are deep.
A promise that I mean to keep.
I walk the miles in leather shoes.
Away from all the sailor's blues.
Tango drifting down the street.
Moving to a steady beat.
Spinning in the silver glare.
Music floating through the air.
Silver coast, silver street.
Tango rhythm, steady beat.
