I Wanna Dance With You

Languid mandala of the ceiling fan Moving air like a slow stroking hand Music drifts in like the embassy Of afternoon's sullen sensuality I wanna dance with you African voices in an opium dream Magenta waves on a sea of blue-green I wanna dance with you 'til the sky gets clear Dance 'til the calluses fall off my ears I wanna dance with you Hours get shorter as the days go by You never get to stop and open your eyes Trouble with the nation, trouble with the relations Where you gonna go for some illumination? I wanna dance with you --- I Wanna Dance With You - Bruce Cockburn