Disco Blues

The music rushes out
As you hurry in
The breath of the dancing crowd
Washes across your skin
Another insane Friday night
But this is no ruse

Moving into the corner
Away from the bar
Your eyes fall on a woman
Could be an assassin or a runway star
Another insane Friday night
Of the disco blues

You finish your aperitivo
Remembering her last look
Your hands tremble
And your stomach’s caught in a hook
Gotta get out of these shoes
Get outta these disco blues

Outside warm rain smothers
A taxi arrives
The woman watches knowingly
As the driver nods
Your ride speeds away
Into the disco blues

Yeeaah!
Those disco blues
On my trail now
I can’t shake loose
Gotta be careful
It’s the disco blues