Bright Lights - Dead Man Winter

Morning comes so fast

And nothing ever lasts

Bright lights in my past

Are dim

And I hide from the sun

Little burning one

Bright lights everyone

Got 'em

By the turn, we’ll hope

We’ll be so alone

The bright lights and telephones

Won’t help

So maybe I’ll go out

See what the fuss is all about

The bright lights burn me out

And hover

Morning comes so fast

And nothing ever lasts

Bright lights in the past

Get dim

So tell me and I’ll go

Where no one ever goes

Bright lights make it slow

And old