St. Ballerina

Words and Music by Kevin Max

sitting on a wooden bench back up straight through all the penance  holding in these youthful regrets  I watch you there with projected innocence

a supple shift
a billowed curve
a natural pivot
and our thoughts unpack like camping tents

sitting on a wooden bench
back up straight through ceaseless years of lent
holding in my baptist regrets
this daydream dance on air we lift

a supple shift
a billowed curve
a natural pivot
an our thoughts unfurled like camping tents

silken dreams
and calves of gold
you skirt the roses
with shadows full of promise
with shadows full of promise

sitting on a wooden bench
back up straight with my full attention
in wonder at this grand circumstance
I watch you fly from these balcony stands

with a supple shift
a billowed curve
a natural pivot
a supple shift
a billowed curve
a natural pivot

let fly St. ballerina
let fly St. ballerina
let fly like a ballerina
let fly like a ballerina