Let in the Song

Let in the Song by John Flynn

The old conductor could not help but smile

As he saw me trying to walk down the aisle

The train lurched and swayed as I tried not to stumble

And just above his breath the man mumble

You can’t dance to music at least not for long

If you don’t open your heart to the song

Old Bill Robinson himself could get the steps wrong

If he lost the music, so let in the song

I asked that conductor just what his words meant

And he said his train played him songs as it went

Waltzes and polkas and grand promenades

And he simply stepped to each tune that it played

Cause you can’t dance to music at least not for long

If you don’t open your heart to the song

Old Bill Robinson himself could get the steps wrong

If he lost the music, so let in the song

He said there were songs in the old iron wheels

He said there were songs on the wire

He said there were songs in the way that it feels

To head home to your heart’s desire

He punched my ticket then with courtly style

He paused before turning to step down the aisle

That night as I strolled from the train station home

I smiled as I found myself singing this song

You can’t dance to music at least not for long

If you don’t open your heart to the song

Mister Robinson himself could get the steps wrong

If he lost the music, so let in the song

Bojangles his own self could get some steps wrong

If he lost the music, so let in the song