There's something really special
'Bout guy who is dancing
Like nothing else matters but the beat
Public places, bathroom, parks and streets
You can hear the music
Watching his feet
Left, right
Like a snare and hi-hat
Moving hips like a bass line tricks
Left, right
Like a snare and hi-hat
Moving hips like a bass line tricks
Once I met him in the store
Buying cans of corn
He said "what about we just dance tonight on my kitchen floor"
I thought what makes that young man so spontanous
Maybe music in his head makes he never cares
What other people say
We've been running world like indiana jones
To find a reall treasure that is made of bones
But it's not a fragile skull of some aliens head
Just our bodies whan our minds are dead
And it's just a spirit lefted by itself
Dancing with the goasts like he smoked some erb
But he didn't he's clean, free from all the fears
Dancing so well I can't stop the tears from falling down