Last Dance

I like to rollerskate
 with the books on tape
 and my headphones
 sound like a big drone
 and the parking lot
 looks like an open field
 oh, to feel
 this dance on wheels
 wilma rested
 her only thought was
 "will the others find me here?
 i hope not."
 counting out loud
 turns the wind into a math equation
 rushing by too fast to feel
 (i like to rollerskate
 with the books on tape
 and my headphones
 sound like a big drone
 and the parking lot
 looks like an open field
 oh, to feel
 this dance on wheels)
 ready or not
 silhouettes return
 closing in
 she knew that they were on bikes
 but she heard them throw them down
 and clink and twist and turn and then at once
 a still pile of bikes
 now on foot
 "let's spread out," one yelled
 they could go to hell
 she saw
 maybe saul could hear her
 if she could only get his attention before the others
 she drew a water buffalo and placed it on his bicycle
 like in the art class
 silence
 (i like to rollerskate
 with the books on tape
 and my headphones
 sound like a big drone
 and the parking lot
 looks like an open field
 oh, to feel
 this dance on wheels)
 this buffalo wears roller skates
 wilma the water buffalo
 carried water
 down to the
 port
 watched the boats go by
 their voices so long scattered
 into the night
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be the last
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be the last
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be
 the last dance
 doesn't have to be the last