Crank and Glide

[Verse 1]
My work boots felt like anvils, heavy on the floor,
Never knew a dance could feel like work, asking for more.
Cousin's wedding, fiddles screeching, sawdust in the air,
A different kind of engine hum, a joyous, hopeful prayer.

[Chorus]
Left foot, right foot, feel the rhythm climb,
Like a factory floor conveyor, moving through time.
Two-step turning, gears they start to grind,
Leaving all my worries, two steps behind.

[Verse 2]
Svetlana's smile, a flash, caught my eye from far,
My gaze held to my boot tips, like an old compass star.
Each rusty cog inside me, felt heavy, slow to turn,
But the music kept on pushing, a lesson I would learn.

[Bridge]
Then something shifted, like a clutch engaging strong,
The fiddles screamed a triumph, where I felt I belonged.
The 'smoke and frost' of old nerves, they melted in the heat,
My worn-out boots were flying, finding every beat.

[Outro]
Yeah, the two-step keeps on turning, till the morning's light,
The rhythm in my bones, feeling strong and right.