Back then, without a word

Across a smoky Harlem jazz gin joint

Our eyes have never seen

You looked at me

We danced

And the song told the story.

Of just who we were.

Right now

In these troubled times

We hang on tight to our home

To each other

And the song told the story

Of just who we are

And to all the unknown tomorrows

Still the song.

The song told Story

Of just who we will be.