Dance alone That's what was said At this mountain Rake the coals Stoke the fire I dance alone No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame My spirit on the line Now the getting is good Clearly wrong We don't know Here again Digging year round Out in the curves Skin black with ash No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame My spirit on the line Now the getting is good Hell on earth I'll do it again No regrets Burned at the stake Under that unkind sky All scorched away No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame My spirit on the line Now the getting is good
