Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Brackenfur smiles at Sorreltail sadly, memories flickering through his eyes.

Pretty eyed, 

He mouths the words, slowly closing her eyes.

pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

He pushes his muzzle into her fur, tears coming out of his eyes.

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

He remembers play-fighting with her, smiling happily.

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

He glances at the stars, feeling a pang in his chest.

Jesus freaks out in the street, Handing tickets out for God

He sees her spirit rise from her body, making its way into the stars.

Turning back she just laughs

He pictures them together, Sorreltail turning around and pinning him down, laughing.

The boulevard is not that bad

The forest rushes by them, together.

Piano man he makes his stand

Bramblestar jumps on the high rock.

In the auditorium

Bramblestar announces her death.

Looking on she sings the songs

Brackenfur pictures his mate and her bright eyes.

The words she knows the tune she hums

He feels a pressing against his pelt, spotting her spirit, she's smiling.

But oh how it feels so real, Lying here with no one near

He remembers them laying in the forest, joking.

Only you and you can hear me

He leans and whispers in her ear.

When I say softly, slowly

He closes his eyes, beginning to speak.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

He curls around her, purring.

Count the headlights on the highway

They look at the stars, their heads near.

Lay me down in sheets of linen

He flashes back to real time, and he's placing her body in a grave, tears in his eyes.

You had a busy day today

He mouths the words as they cover her body with dirt.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

He lays on her grave, crying.

Count the headlights on the highway

He looks at the stars, feeling betrayed.

Lay me down in sheets of linen

He collapses, closing his eyes.

You had a busy day today

He falls asleep, his eyes wet from crying.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

He remembers walking with her at sunset on the beach, and he rubs against her.

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

Sorreltail runs ahead, splashing in the water.

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

He follows her out, splashing each other.

But oh how it feels so real

He opens his eyes on her grave, seeing dawn approaching.

Lying here with no one near

Silence echoes through the forest, not even the chirp of a bird.

Only you and you can hear me

He pulls some dirt near, mouthing the words.

When I say softly slowly

He stands up, stretching.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

He yearns for her touch, dragging his tail across her grave.

Count the headlights on the highway

He looks towards the sun, stepping forwards.

Lay me down in sheets of linen

 He glances one last time at her grave, smiling sadly.

You had a busy day today

He runs off, gliding through the forest.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

He runs to the water, his paws making it splash at he looks towards dawn.

Count the headlights on the highway

The sun rises slowly, and he glances towards the yellow water.

Lay me down in sheets of linen

He lays down in the water, relaxing.

You had a busy day today

He looks up to see the last star disappear from sight, and he closes his eye, acceptance washing over him that his mate was dead.