sense. Am I chasing the wind. I'll know at the finish line And I can see the light. Burning up the sky. I can hear the heavens cry. And everything's neon (neon, neon, neon, neon). Yeah, yeah, yeah
Title Neon. Artist Chris Young. The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Is just about as blue as it gets. And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset,. You ain't seen red. Texas sunflower yellow. Can take your
. She comes and goes and no one knows. She's slipping through my hands. . She's always buzzing just like. Neon, neon. Neon, neon. Who knows how long, how long, how long. She can go before she burns
. She comes and goes and no one knows. She's slipping through my hands. . She's always buzzing just like. Neon, neon. Neon, neon. Who knows how long, how long, how long. She can go before she burns
. She comes and goes and no one knows. She's slipping through my hands. . She's always buzzing just like. Neon, neon. Neon, neon. Who knows how long, how long, how long. She can go before she burns
the bright light. So burn me up tonight. I come alive in the bright light. Turn me on. Till I'm glowing neon. Turn me on. Till I'm glowing neon. So burn me up tonight. I come alive in the bright light
