| Song | Follow the Lights |
| Artist | Ryan Adams |
| Artist | The Cardinals |
| Album | Follow The Lights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| These very moments as they pass | |
| It’s like you’re just dreaming of busting someone else | |
| My hands they hold a candle to the pages | |
| These days they go so fast, these days of ours | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home‘ | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf every second here is true | |
| Our love is strong enough to guide the way and we'll walk through | |
| Hands inside of hands, hearts inside of hearts | |
| Like eyes closed, side by side and through | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home‘ | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf everything we are is real | |
| Our memories are attics in those houses on the hill | |
| Our love is there above us holding everything so still | |
| And we are always here, yes, we are always here | |
| So follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home‘ | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But home, home |
| These very moments as they pass | |
| It' s like you' re just dreaming of busting someone else | |
| My hands they hold a candle to the pages | |
| These days they go so fast, these days of ours | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf every second here is true | |
| Our love is strong enough to guide the way and we' ll walk through | |
| Hands inside of hands, hearts inside of hearts | |
| Like eyes closed, side by side and through | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf everything we are is real | |
| Our memories are attics in those houses on the hill | |
| Our love is there above us holding everything so still | |
| And we are always here, yes, we are always here | |
| So follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But home, home |
| These very moments as they pass | |
| It' s like you' re just dreaming of busting someone else | |
| My hands they hold a candle to the pages | |
| These days they go so fast, these days of ours | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf every second here is true | |
| Our love is strong enough to guide the way and we' ll walk through | |
| Hands inside of hands, hearts inside of hearts | |
| Like eyes closed, side by side and through | |
| Follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But homeIf everything we are is real | |
| Our memories are attics in those houses on the hill | |
| Our love is there above us holding everything so still | |
| And we are always here, yes, we are always here | |
| So follow the lights that line the streets | |
| Connecting telephones | |
| Follow the lights from house to house | |
| And they will lead you home | |
| They will lead you home' | |
| Cause there was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| There was never anywhere to go | |
| But home, home |