by Stephen Stills
I got a fire
Deep within me burning
I'd be a liar
If I didn't tell you so
A live wire sparklin' around me
Couldn't tire havin' you around
Dance, dance, dance, makin' a connection
Hands, hands, hands, electricity flows
Rollin' hips movin' to me slowly
Lips touch lips brush mine ever so lightly
Look at me
I am your tomorrow
Can't you see
You know how I know
Got a place
In the morning we can borrow
Ain't no haste
Follow where I go
Time, time, time, only a few hours
Crime, crime, crime, got no telephone
Late, late, late, movin' on downtown
Wait, wait, wait, I will get you home a little later
Energy, our exhilaration
Come with me silent relaxation
Let it be, let yourself alone a while
What you need is a sunrise and a smile
Chance, chance, chance, bringin' us together
Real romance. Let's go be alone
When's the dance. I might be your lover
Dance, dance, dance. Let the rhythm set the tone baby.
©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
Guitar: Stephen Stills, Joey Mercia
Piano: Mike Finnigan
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, Andy Gibb, John Sambatero
Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
Percussion: Joe Lala, Stephen Stills
