Verse I
Emma Lee left her work around a quarter to nine
Out the window, up the river of time
To the days and places where she first felt alive
To dancing, her passion, her way to thrive,
Her first thought of a dancer as her job title.

Chorus
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the rhythm of songs
A smile on her face, money in her safe
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the countless songs
Sure of who she is and where she belongs.

Verse II
She remembers the crossroads waiting at eighteen
Focus on her school or focus on a dream
Her parents’ money, wishes and their collision
The wisdom and the pain of her decision.
Her first tap rehearsal, her first jazz recital.

Chorus
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the rhythm of songs
A smile on her face, money in her safe
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the countless songs
Sure of who she is and where she belongs.

Bridge
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Her first song, the first time she danced,
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Her first tutu, ballet lesson, and stance,

Chorus
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the rhythm of songs
A smile on her face, money in her safe
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the countless songs
Sure of who she is and where she belongs.

Verse III
Emma Lee returned around a quarter to ten
To her corner office on the west end.
She crunches numbers for pay, still dances a bit
Content but less than she’s willing to admit
She still remembers her first time she danced

Chorus
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the rhythm of songs
A smile on her face, money in her safe
She dreamed she’d be a dancer
Moving to the countless songs
Sure of who she is and where she belongs.