The Band: Take your partner by the hand

She walks alone down a sleazy backstreetAround a corner, up an alley to a dead endThere under a small blue lightShe enters an unmarked doorway(a low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night)This is a place she goes to fulfill a very basic needSomething people have been doing since the dawn of manTo communicate without talkingIf she needs somethingShe makes a gesture with her handAnd mouths what she wantsShe wants to make a connectionA certain kind of connectionNo this is not about something from the black marketThis is about no questionsThis is about smoke and sweat and beatsThis is about no messageChorus:Take your partner by the handHe's a woman, she's a manWhat's so hard to understandTake your partner by the handMona in the promised landTake your partner by the handKeep it simple if you canTake your partner by the handAt the club they circle around some sex goddess like vulturesFlashbulbs poppingLike bees around their queenShe is completely indifferent to all the commotionAnd orders some mango tango ice cream by sign languageShe's approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with loveI like her easy refusal, the way she shakes her headShe lives these days in the attic of an old dance hallThat's been shut down for yearsAnd swears there's times when she can hear feet shuffling belowAnd can see the shadows swaying, moving to the musicChorus (first half)Elevator going upFifth floorLady's handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronicsWait a minute, where am i, on this elevator to nowhereGoing up, going downThen like a hallucinationI saw her out of the corner of my eyeStudying some shoes very carefullyShe definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mindThen as quickly as she appeared, she disappearedBack into the slash and burn of new yorkAh, stuck in trafficCrosstown, the stress of not movingShe described it as like being locked in a carWith a madman behind the wheelAnd the radio tuned to staticChorus