Verse 1: The world spins on a rhythm we can't name. Every footfall, every breath—a hidden frame, we move through days like dancers half-aware, that music threads through ordinary air. Chorus: So, give me song and give me dance, the wild prayer, the reckless chance, to spin when logic says stand still, to sing when silence fits the bill— Life's not a march, it's a romance, so let the horses prance between the song and dance. Verse 2: The morning hums its melody of steam, Coffee cups, and traffic lights, a patterned dream, and somewhere in the chaos, if we listen close, there's poetry in motion, avoiding commotion in the overdose. Chorus: So, give me song and give me dance, the wild prayer, the reckless chance, to spin when logic says stand still, to sing when silence fits the bill— Life's not a march, it's a romance, so let the horses prance between the song and dance. [funky clavinet piano solo] Verse 3: The universe conducts with unseen hands, orchestrates the tides, the migrations, shifting sands, and we—small and mighty—join the choir's swell, each life a verse in the stories we tell. Chorus: So, give me song and give me dance, the wild prayer, the reckless chance, to spin when logic says stand still, to sing when silence fits the bill— Life's not a march, it's a romance, so let the horses prance between the song and dance. Bridge: Maybe we're all dancing in the dark, Humming tunes we learned before the start, Every stumble part of some eternal waltz, Every silence a rest, not a fault. Chorus: So, give me song and give me dance, the wild prayer, the reckless chance, to spin when logic says stand still, to sing when silence fits the bill— Life's not a march, it's a romance, so let the horses prance between the song and dance. Outro: When the final curtain falls on me, let them say I moved, however clumsily, that I sang off-key but sang it true— That I sang and danced my way to you.