As we dance to a beat that seems out of time
To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
Or causes you thinking to be re-arranged?
Could it be that you would understand this beat to which we dance
More clearly had you been given the chance?

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet,
Ask yourself, can you dance to my beat?

Can you? Can you dance to my beat?

Ask yourself, can you dance to my beat
Can you? Can you dance to my beat?
To my beat ?

The rhythm… The rhythm… The rhythm… is.. our power.. section.
The freedom we feel in our soul
We dance to learn those lessons
As our story continues to unfold
Our beat, our words our melodies, our gifts
From the givers of those gifts
We’re merely the terminals to which they have passed
So as you struggle to catch the rhythm with your feet,