On the stage, a plateau, overlooking a river
The trees laughing nearby, the dancer quivers
The bothered dancer, with needle trembling, trying to find true north
Is waltzing and twirling to show its true worth

The wind roars, the rain pours, and the trees still laughing
All rhythm is lost in this little choreography
The bothered dancer still spins in any circumstance
Guiding the lost with its great magnetic dance