I think about that day
I left him at a Greyhound station west of Santa Fe
We were 17 but he was sweet and it was true
Still I did what I had to do
Cuz I just knew,
summer Sunday nights,
we'd sink into our seats right as they dimmed out all the lights.
A Technicolor world made out of music and machine,
it called me to be on that screen,
and live inside each scene.
Without a nickel to my name,
hopped a bus, here I came.
I could be brave or just insane,
we'll have to see.
Maybe in that sleepy town,
I'll sit one day,
the lights are down,
he'll see my face and think how he used to know me.
Behind these hills I'm reaching for the heights,
and chasing all the lights that shine.
The lights that shine,
they let you down.
It's another day, I'll get up off the ground.
It's another day, the morning rolls around,
and it's another day of sun.
I hear them every day
The rhythms in the canyons that'll never fade away
The ballads in the bar rooms left by those who came before
They say we gotta want it more
So I bang on every door
And even when the answer's no or when my money's running low
The dusty mic and the unplugged are all I need
And someday as I sing the song a small town kid'll come along
That'll be the thing to push him on and go,
go, go Behind these hills I'm reaching for ice
And chasing all the lights that shine
The lights that shine
That's where they let you down
It's another day to get up off the ground
It's another day to get up off the ground Hornet rolls around
And it's another day of sky
The morning rolls around