Everyone can hear the music You can taste the mood of the wine Getting high on the beer and the atmosphere of a good time You can hear everyone laughing Like they've got something to share Cigarette smoke and bad jokes hang in the air
But Ginnie doesn't hear it I wonder does she realise She's sitting there with that faraway look in her eyes Where she goes, she doesn't say But she'll leave you way behind Going nowhere, soon, she'll be somewhere else in her mind
But if the music is right And the rhythm is light Ginnie will dance the jig tonight
Soon we'll all be singing The chorus from some old song Guitars, fiddles, everything playing along We'll all be hitting the high note When the piano begins to play All those songs we hate, but we sing them anyway
But Ginnie doesn't hear it It's that moment when she goes Some place in her mind nobody knows Her laughter's gone, her smile is faded She loses it all and then That something forgotten comes back now and again
But if the music is right And the rhythm is light Ginnie will dance the jig tonight
There are people talking everywhere But Ginnie's all alone She's locked up in that little world of her own You can look into her eyes But there's something you won't see A forgotten moment of some old memory
But if the music is right And the rhythm is light Ginnie will dance the jig tonight Ginnie will dance the jig tonight