The Pacific Breakstones - Neverending Dance

Had you not left your homeland
Had I not left mine so soon
Had you not caught the ball I threw with your hand
Had there not been a full moon
But we did
And there was

Step
Step onto the floor

Had you not laughed at my jokes
Had we not loved each other’s shores
Had my ear not been broke
I’d have flown jets in the wars
But you did
And it was 

Step
Step onto the floor
Step
Step onto the floor  

Let’s see what it’s like upside down
With Sydney’s artists all around
Let’s hear how the strings sound in Rome
What it’s like if Tokyo was your home

Step
Step onto the floor
For our neverending
Step
Step onto the floor with me

Let’s smell the ocean in Cape Town
Let’s hear what the Londoners bring down
Let’s listen to a San Francisco trio
Let’s reject a wine bottle in Rio

Had the winters not been so cold
Had we been afraid of getting old
But they were
And we were not

Step
Step onto the floor
Step
Step onto the floor with me
Step
Step onto the floor
For our neverending
For our neverending dance

Across the world
Across the world
The floor is clear
Can you hear me calling you
Can you hear me calling you across the world
Can you hear
The floor is clear
Can you hear me calling you
Can you hear me calling you across the world
Can you hear, can you hear
The floor is clear
Can you hear me calling you
Can you hear me calling you across the world
Can you hear, can you hear
The floor is clear
For our neverending dance
For our neverending dance

Credits:
Lyrics: Terry Breakman
Music: Terry Breakman, Adam Yas and Ben Flanagan
Vocals: Ben Flanagan, Adam Yas
Engineer: Aaron Hellam
Producer: Terry Breakman