[Intro: a cassette player clicks on, the band starts at once] [Verse 1] Tuesday, seven, a basement hall, the floor smells of polish and rain, you in borrowed shoes, too big, whisper: "like this? again?" [Verse 2] You were meant to lead, but I lead, your hand on my back, not sure, you search for the steps on the floorboards, I search for your eyes, nothing more. [Chorus] Half a step behind me, half a beat too slow, treading on my toes everywhere we go. Don't watch your feet, don't watch the floor, just look at me, that's what lessons are for. [Instrumental: dark strings and harpsichord] [Bridge: softer, the beat drops out] On Saturday, a crowded hall, a hundred eyes, the lights, the band, no one will see who's leading, they'll only see us, hand in hand. [Final Chorus] Half a step behind me, half a beat too slow, treading on my toes everywhere we go. Don't watch your feet, don't watch the floor, just look at me, that's what lessons are for. [Outro: slower, tender] Half a step behind me… and then, beside me, just for a while. [The cassette player clicks off] [End]
