The Place Where The Bright Lights End
I came home from the day
Just kind of battered and bruised
Life doesn't have to be this way
But sometimes it just is...
I drink a fresh cup of coffee
I pull on my old blue jeans
Button up my favorite shirt
I need to find a little bliss...
I go down to the old cafe
A bite of dinner with friends
I walk down the city street
To the place when the bright lights end...
I slip through that old door
Find my way to the bar
Order a bottle of beer
And wait for the night to send...
Send me a voice that cries to be heard
Send me a sound that touches me
Send me a good guitar
Send me a song that needs to be...
The bottle is cold on my finger tips
The taste is so sweet on my lips
I can feel the furrows falling away
Then I hear fingers on the strings...
I close my eyes and I find my self
I guess I was always waiting there
I breathe in the cold night air
And let go of the useless things...
Half of my life has gone by
Another half lays somewhere ahead
Now I have known some better days
But I have known other days as well...
The times that I trembled and wept
The times that I shook with rage
The times that I was lost and found
Somewhere within this heavenly hell...
Send me a voice that cries to be heard
Send me a sound that touches me
Send me a good guitar
Send me a song that needs to be...
Send me a voice that cries to be heard
Send me a sound that touches me
Send me a good guitar
Send me a song that needs to be...
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