We're just stories who don't know it The best pages are made up of the random bits Chinks of life that fill up our glass Like that time I stopped into a salsa class... and met you I'd like to say my life was planned through and through that there was a rhyme or reason to each season but the truth is, it's the chinks of life that fill up my glass like that time i stopped into a salsa class and met you If life is a dance, i want you to step with me And if its not, let dance and be free Chinks of life that fill up our glass Like that time I stopped into a salsa class...
