counting crows - mr. jones (1998)

Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes ...