The Autonomous Waltz

Words and music by Bill Price

A lunchbox of ideas - a fistful of imagination
A menu of potential - a tasteful investigation

A succulent seed whets the appetite
But a savory solution is bland without a bite

Take a sip, you'll never shake the hand of starvation

A pocket full of sparkle - a heart on a sleeve of a song
Indigo angels heading out headlong

Somewhere along the journey the beat may skip
The sea of persecution sinks another ship

But once upon arrival you're sovereignty strong

They'll throw your mind in jail and they'll fill your wounds with salt
Condemn your renegade reasons - say their problems are your biggest fault
But you'll be set free to do the autonomous waltz

Bottles of blues - paintings of persistence
Statues of instability - rhymes of resistance

Changing composition - peerless hues
A discretionary showing - internal rendezvous

Poems of purpose and satisfaction in existence

They'll throw your mind in jail and they'll fill your wounds with salt
Condemn your renegade reasons - say their problems are your biggest fault
But you'll be set free to do the autonomous waltz

One hand clapping is the sound of seclusion
Footprints of forgiveness crush the call of confusion

If you're dancing with a double, you're bound to take a dip
Step in time with yourself and you'll seldom slip

Your partner is reality cutting in on illusion

They'll throw your mind in jail and they'll fill your wounds with salt
Condemn your renegade reasons - say their problems are your biggest fault
But you'll be set free to do the autonomous waltz

© 2003 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)