Bright Lights - Tom McRae

Baby, I went back to funeral row

Kicking through the old streets

Of a place I once called home, not long ago

Searching for an omen, looking for a sign

Looking for the place I swore an oath of love undying

Of love undying

But I’m tired of this dull ache

This endless and fake parade

I’m goinna torch my name and my trade

Run into the bright lights

Run into the bright lights

Brother don’t go back to funeral row

The streets have fallen silent

And the cross no longer glows

On funeral row

And i’m tired of this dark place

Where hope dies and hope fades

I’m gonna leave these shadows behind

Head into the bright lights

Head into the bright lights

So come on Red get your guitar

Feed the flames and feed the fire

Wishing things won’t make them so

And the truth is i refuse to go

Dos the shadow’s where the best things hide

You can keep the brightest light

You can keep the brightest light

You can keep the brightest light