Try Sleeping With The Dancers In Your Room

Hey can you follow,
Now that the trace is fainter
In the sand
Try turning your face to the wall
Can you still read me
Now that the chase is wilder
In your hand
Try losing your place in the sun 

 

All the praises of the dream
Turned to tangles in the trees
All yesterday's fine chariots
Turned to buses in the street 

 

Can you still hear me
Now that the songs are moving
Into night
Try sleeping with the dancers in your room

From Jack Bruce's third solo album Harmony Row.   Like most of Bruce's solo work, he composed the music while the lyrics are by poet Peter Brown (who also wrote the lyrics for many of Cream's songs like Sunshine Of Your Love).  Bruce is on vocals and piano on this track.

The melody is gorgeous while the lyrics are evocative but elusive in their meaning and ending in a musically unresolved fashion.  All in a little over a minute and a half.

There is a live version done decades later, near the end of Bruce's life, which is not on YouTube.  The song is still beautiful but Bruce's voice wears the years.  I found it even more evocative sung by the older man.