Bright Lights, Big City [#]

In a bar in downtown Dale an old man tells a tale He screams of a day of poets where the streets are ours not theirs He screams piss on everything My leather jacket is zipped up and ready The boots on my feet, they keep me steady I want to join the gang and sing BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY (WE WANT THE STREETS) Old men say, they say son it's going to be hard to get older Give it time and you will see Well now that time has come and gone I may be young but I know nothing, nothing really matters Except what's in your heart No good, no bad, no wrong, no right BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY (WE WANT THE STREETS) Meet us on the street underneath bright lights in the city There we'll find our hearts, our souls, our dreams Meet us on the street underneath bright lights big city Nothing holds us back when we believe our hearts the size of buildings BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY (WE WANT THE STREETS)