Strikeout Groove

The opener got three songs,

then got the cue

Now they watch the exit door like it's overdue

Underneath the rotating glitter dome

No one's in a hurry to be heading home

Roller rink spinning in a circle of gold

Watching the doors till the story is told Oh,

we glide on the wheels under cosmic dust (yeah)

In the sparkle

of the night we trust

Three songs of glory,

then back to the floor

Leaning by the wood panels guarding the door

Glitter on the laces,

static in the air

Just a lonely watcher with a steady stare

Wheel to wheel, glide away

Nothing left for us to say (ohhh)

Roller rink spinning in a circle of gold

Watching the doors till the story is told Oh,

we glide on the wheels under cosmic dust

In the sparkle of the night we trust