Dancing Invisible
Matthew Good Lyrics

It started out like everything else, I guess
The situation began like any other situation that's not unique.

You are what you are until suddenly you're like all the rest
Initially, you are distinct and true to yourself, but over time, you become like everyone else in some ways.

I looked out over the bay at the water and the lights
I observed the water and the lights shining and appreciated them.

I noticed we had gone to great lengths but not to great heights
The effort we made was considerable, but the result we achieved wasn't extraordinary.

The bus ride to meet you here took me half my life
Traveling by bus to this place took me a long time.

And although the days were clear, we drove that night
Although it was clear during the day, we still drove at night.

I sat next to a woman who moved to the memory of effigy
I was seated beside a woman who was swaying to the memories of a figure that symbolizes a particular cause.

And I tried to sing along but she couldn't hear me
I attempted to sing in unison with her, but she couldn't hear me because of the noise from the bus.

Lights split the window and the wind blew me away
As the lights shone separately through the windows, the wind carried me with its gusts.

And the Sun scraped the distance like an acceptable mistake
The sun seemed to grate against the distance like a mistake that was acceptable.

I stared at the road signs and the possibility they'd take me away from you
I focused on the road signs, considering the likelihood of taking me away from you.

Its funny, but in this place the only thing that you can hear
It's amusing, but the only sound that can be heard in this location is

Are those far distant echoes that blow through only to disappear
Those distant echoes that come and go that one can hear.

When the rain drops and the bus stops and the coast is clear
When the rain begins to fall, and the bus stops, and the way is open/safe.

And I feel you're near I will break it again
I will do it all over again when I sense you're in proximity.

It all ends up like everything else, I guess
The outcome is similar to any other situation I suppose.

You are what you are, you do what you do, and you get what you get
You are who you are, you do your things, and your fortune or fate is the outcome.

Somewhere short of regret
Without quite inducing feelings of guilt/regret.

And only the crier cries at the break of dawn
Only the crier wails at the dawn of a new day. Crier could mean a person whose job is to make announcements in public places.

I stood boxing my shadow, thinking how to get along
I found myself shadowboxing and musing on ways to live.

So to yourself or another man to who you belong
Declare to yourself or the man you're accountable to.

When there's nothing left to fight is it easier to be right When you know you're wrong
Is it simpler to be correct when there's nothing else to dispute when you're indeed incorrect?

We are dancing invisible There are small things the day brings like cut strings That we never pull And after tonight when these things fade from sight I might get you through
We are dancing, undetected by many. Some things come with the day that we don't resolve, but after tonight, when these fade away, I could lead you.

Maybe you know me now But it's strange somehow If I'm lost too
You might now comprehend who I am, but I feel perplexed if I'm still lost.

It's all strange somehow If I'm lost too
It's all peculiar when I'm also missing.