I am dancing in the stacks all alone, from the floor-to-ceiling window I see you walking home Now I'm only 'dancing in my heart', bit lonesome at the end of day as at the start I've got a song for every wrong I've ever made you suffer through. What good's a song, when my heart's a sleeping giant that won't come to? Now I'm only dancing in my dreams, while dolled up girls are jumping out of cake I'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step I'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step