I know you had a busy day but

We’ve been here before. The same

culdesac were your grandparents lived.

We held hands at there funerals and sang

Tiny Dancer. It was their song. Now its our

song. Whisper into my ear that you’ll hold me

closer. Dance on the pavement and count the head-

lights on highway. I’ll be your Tiny dancer and will live

here

at

your

grand-

parents

home until the lights go out.