By Tim Seibles

I guess nobody ever really stands a chance
Man, even the good guys wind up dead
But shouldn’t we dance, shouldn’t we dance?

I caught the cold truth in a mid-life glance
The friendliest innocence is finally bled
Parents must know kids don’t stand a chance

These long-legged women got me looking askance:
Is monogamy honestly better instead?
Let’s all of us dance! Couldn’t we dance?

I wish mom had warned me a bit in advance
For the rest of my life, I’ll be face-down in bed
You learn to accept that a man’s got no chance

I’d like to receive a nice blow-job in France,
a touch of detente to help beat back the dread
If you ask real nice won’t they stand you a chance?

Suppose I show up and just take off my pants?
There’s a good chance I’d get kicked in the breads
But couldn’t we dance? Shouldn’t we dance?

Let’s work like zombies, walk malls in a trance,
and buy all the bullshit they shine in our heads
Why even wake up if they won’t let you dance?

I’m gripping the wheel with both of my hands
Wherever you go the clocks wring out the dead
I guess nobody ever really stood a chance
But didn’t we dance, didn’t we?