Dance Under The Brass Chandelier!

I see you dance alone with a smile And I only look at the polished floor As I know the vast gap between us In the same music? You're the younger Queen in the manor And I am just the young ragged gardener! Though I pour water to the flowers I have no right to pluck them. My unlocked Castle at the backyard And we live in the same premises. Sometimes in your sugary dreams I may be your Hero but in reality I am only the orphan boy Who pushes the wheelbarrow Full of fertilizer! [I heard a lot of Gospel music when I was growing up, black and white gospel music, which is very Blues-infused in its musical vocabulary.] -Guitarist Tim Sparks