I think about that dayI left him at a Greyhound station west of Santa FeWe were 17 but he was sweet and it was trueStill I did what I had to doCuz 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 dayThe rhythms in the canyons that'll never fade awayThe ballads in the bar rooms left by those who came beforeThey say we gotta want it moreSo I bang on every doorAnd even when the answer's no or when my money's running lowThe dusty mic and the unplugged are all I needAnd someday as I sing the song a small town kid'll come alongThat'll be the thing to push him on and go,go, go Behind these hills I'm reaching for iceAnd chasing all the lights that shineThe lights that shineThat's where they let you downIt's another day to get up off the groundIt's another day to get up off the ground Hornet rolls aroundAnd it's another day of skyThe morning rolls around