Doing Alright

When the moon is bright, and itcastsa light, I can't helpwondering- am Idoingalright?. Let thehealinggrow, turn it up some more, it'saboutafeelingthat you can't control, in thestrobinglights wespentlong long nights, evenwithoutpills, wecouldstill get high. If it was up to me, Iwouldcome anddancewith you, and aim for the light.