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
Cause 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
With Thouden Mickle to my name
Hopped a bus, here I came I could be brave or just insane
We'll have to see
Cause maybe in that sleepy town
The lights are down,
he'll see my face and think how he used to know me.
Climb these hills, I'm reaching for the heights.
And chasing all the lights that shine.
The lights that shine.
And they let you down.
It's another day I get up off the ground.
It's another day the morning rolls around.
And it's another day of sun.
I hear him 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 you 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 dusky mic and the
envelope are all I need.
And someday as I sing the song,
a small town kid will come along
That'll beat the things,
and push him on,
and go, go, go Behind these hills I'm reaching for ice
And chasing all the lights that shine
That's where they let you down
It's another day to get up off the ground
When you get up on it,
it rolls around
And it's another day of sun
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