I think about that day I left him at a Greyhound station West of Santa Fé We were seventeen, 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 The 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 Could be brave or just insane We'll have to see 'Cause maybe in that sleepy town He'll sit one day, the lights are down He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me
Climb these hills I'm reaching for the heights And chasing all the lights that shine And when they let you down You'll get up off the ground 'Cause morning rolls around And it's another day of sun
I hear them everyday The rhythms in the canyons that will never fade away The ballads in the ballrooms left by those who came before They say "you gotta want it more" So I bang on ev'ry door
And even when the answer's no Or when my money's running low The dusty mic and neon glow are all I need
And someday as I sing my song A small-town kid'll come along That'll be the thing to push him on and go go
Climb these hills I'm reaching for the heights And chasing all the lights that shine And when they let you down You'll get up off the ground 'Cause morning rolls around And it's another day of sun
When they let you down The morning rolls around
It's another day of sun It's another day of sun It's another day of sun It's another day of sun Just another day of sun It's another day of sun Another day has just begun It's another day of sun
It's another day of sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
