Song | Follow the Lights |
Artist | Ryan Adams |
Artist | The Cardinals |
Album | Follow The Lights |
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 |