Dave Brubeck, Take Five

Step up to the alter of rhythm
And tell your story...

Cool breeze, you're just swaying,
A little dance so others can too.
You keep it light, and just right,
But the tide comes in, and there is
No way you're getting out of this...
You keep it, but it found you.
Took your whole self and set a standard
By which all others would stack against.

Then it all passes,
And you are back where you started.
Cool breeze, that's you.
You just keep swaying easy, my friend.