Backstage With The Modern Dancers

Backstage with the modern dancers

She was stretching her arm, figuring the body

When they were breathing they were shouting

She was concentrating on her breathing

And didn't seem to mind as I sat there on the couch, tuned my guitar

And played a few chords by closing

Storing my thoughts, getting ready to perform

With bare feet and painted faces, they took their places

And shivering legs beneath covered four gowns

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh

No, no, no, ooh, no, no, no, ooh, no, no, no, ooh

And now they're are on wooden floors, sweat from their pores

They're riding the mist, songs I can sing by myself

Backstage with the modern dancers, the feeling I like I do

I can feel them and I can feel it, feel it, feel it

Backstage with the modern dancers

Getting ready to go on

She showed me her spin, they beautied from within

And all of these things are I think they should be at least