I never was too good at dancing

Somewhere I'd step out of line

But I knew that I had wings on my heels

When they played in three-quarter time



The pride of the north-end would swagger

The blades from the south-side would shine

But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life

When they played in three-quarter time



One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls

One by one the winters came forgetting names



I never learned how to sweet talk

Those are the words I can't find

Yet I had a tongue of pure silver

When they played in three-quarter time



One by one they pulled down those mirrored halls

One by one the winters came forgetting names



Money might slip through my fingers

And there won't be much to call mine

But I'll know that I had wings on my heels

When they played in three-quarter time