Atkin-James The man who walked toward the music Had never heard a noise like that before He didn't know a Stratocaster from a nuclear disaster But he liked the floating notes and couldn't wait to hear some more So the man who walked toward the music Asked the girl who was dancing in the dark Who the band was that was playing But the girl just kept on swaying In the sea of sound that ran beneath the stars across the park And as the sea is in touch with a sea-shell Singing so far and yet so near He could hear the drumming distance coming close beside his ear Cataclysmic on the floorboards of the evening Precision ba**es thumped through Marshall stacks And the echoes and reverbs, ultrasonic spice and herbs Made his uptight mental trolley come alive and jump the tracks So the man who walked toward the music Asked the girl who was dancing in the dark Who the band was that was playing
But the girl just kept on swaying In the sea of sound that ran beneath the stars across the park And as the sea is in touch with a sea-shell Singing so far and yet so near He could hear the drumming distance coming close beside his ear He thought that Rickenbacker was a pilot He didn't know a Gretsch from a Les Paul He couldn't tell a wah-wah from Akira Kurosawa But he liked the way they played the way Natasha liked the ball So the man who walked toward the music Asked the girl who was dancing in the dark Who the band was that was playing But the girl just kept on swaying In the sea of sound that ran beneath the stars across the park And as the sea is in touch with a sea-shell Singing so far and yet so near He could hear the drumming distance coming close beside his ear He could hear the drumming distance Coming closer, coming closer, coming closer Coming close beside his ear