I am dancing in the stacks all alone, from the floor-to-ceiling window I see you walking home.nNow I'm only dancing in my heart, bit lonesome at the end of day as at the start.nI'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?nNow I'm only dancing in my dreams, while dolled up girls are jumping out of cake.nI'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step.nI'm walking home, I'm walking home, with a lighter step.