Tonight I say farewell to those
Who sing the songs of all our woes.

Tonight I stumble on the chance
With them who still know how to dance.

We speak about the Great Divide
Our differences so yawning wide.

And yet you take my hand to swirl
And I take yours, and so we whirl.

Have we forgotten who we are?
Is it true we’ve moved so far?

It seems to me, if I might say,
We’re but a hand outstretched away.