Part of me just won’t show

       what she needs or what she knows

the anger lies beneath the wind

       the fury stirs it up again

what did I think would happen

       what do I have to lose

turn my mourning into dancing

      I put on my high heel shoes

I can’t drown my sorrow

     breathe through the smoky haze

I want to play the song tomorrow

    but the Fiddler must be paid