From the top of the bus I could see the dancing and music that night.
This is how I remember it though I know this picture's not right.
In my first year as a teenager I was wanting but not knowing of what?
Sitting on the bus in traffic through a window this image I got.
In the youth club they were dancing and it spilled out the street.
They whirled and twirled as he held her, Oh to have been him on that night.
So in my mind's eye I have changed it from that street to a Parisian night.
With a jazz band playing hot numbers with the type of girls that I liked.....