The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me


As the world is round, the road is long
I've trouble on my mind
I'll just keep on moving

Until the day comes round
The wind a' blowing on my back
And my feet a' flying

Flying down the road
Where the bright lights shine


Monday's in a pigtown
Tuesday's in a truck
Wednesday's a field of mud

And Thursday's out of luck
Friday's rain clouds
Saturday flies by

Sunday comes shining
From a blue blue sky


The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me


Some towns are golden
Some towns are stained
Some towns are shadows

Fading in the rain
Some towns are rust
And some towns they gleam

Some towns are mad dogs
Some towns are a dream


The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me


Some dreams are hollow
Some dreams are cold
Some dreams are crazy

And some dreams are bold
Some dreams are bought
And other dreams are sold

Some dreams lie waiting
At the end of the road


The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold

And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me