[Intro - Soft guitar and gentle percussion] [Verse 1] I found your note beside the coffee cup Ink on the paper, corners folded up You wrote my name with a crooked smile Like you had been waiting there a while We took the long way past the old train yard Talking about nothing, laughing too hard Your jacket hanging off my chair A little proof that you had been there [Pre-Chorus] No one knew where we would go No one heard the words we spoke Just two people moving slow Finding rhythm in the road [Chorus] We had a stolen dance in a kitchen doorway Bare feet tapping on the wooden floor You pulled me close when the record started And I forgot what I was running for We had a stolen dance between the hours With a little song we made our own No crowd around us, no need for answers Just your hand and my hand holding on [Verse 2] The rain came down on the window glass We counted seconds as the moments passed Your old blue sweater on my back A little piece of you I carried back The neighbors called from apartment three Said turn it down, let people sleep You laughed and turned the music low Then sang the words you already knew [Pre-Chorus] No one knew where we would go No one heard the words we spoke Just two people moving slow Finding rhythm in the road [Chorus] We had a stolen dance in a kitchen doorway Bare feet tapping on the wooden floor You pulled me close when the record started And I forgot what I was running for We had a stolen dance between the hours With a little song we made our own No crowd around us, no need for answers Just your hand and my hand holding on [Bridge] Maybe time will change the places Maybe seasons rearrange us But I still remember that small room Where the world stopped making noise for two [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] We had a stolen dance in a kitchen doorway Bare feet tapping on the wooden floor You pulled me close when the record started And I forgot what I was running for We had a stolen dance between the hours With a little song we made our own No crowd around us, no need for answers Just your hand and my hand holding on [Outro] The record spins and the room stays still I hear that song whenever I will A simple moment, a simple chance A little piece of our stolen dance
