It’s occurred to me that you don’t dance with me, the way you used to do.

There is the morning and a coffee and a there’s a silence that’s not new.

There’s a distance and some boundaries, the best that cash can buy.

No, it didn’t have to be like this and I know you’ve wondered why.

The lawyers are our best friends, they smile, nod now as we talk.

My bank accounts quite empty now, eyes are fixed upon the clock.

I’m not worried about losing, nothing good will get away.

I spoke while we were dancing; Told you, “The fiddlers gotsta pay!”