Any local dope on Kim and Thurston, Tracy?

Spinning On the Dance Floor

You and I are on the dance floor, spinning
We don’t see the cheap décor, spinning
And the tourists and the hicks
Who only want to pick up chicks
Don’t know that there’s something more, spinning

As I look into your face, spinning
We’re all alone in this place, spinning
Those silly girls are so mistaken
Waiting to get their pictures taken
Don’t they know all time and space are spinning?

While we’re dancing, while we’re spinning
In your eyes I think I see
Worlds exploding, worlds beginning
A small map of infinity

In a pond, amoebas with no sound are spinning
Eddies flowing underground, spinning
I only pity those poor clucks
Who smooch and feel each other up
And can’t see the galaxies go round, spinning