| you and me | |
| swim upstream | |
| against the flow we go | |
| like salmon swim | |
| to mountain tops | |
| it's the only thing we know | |
| neon lights | |
| and big city streets | |
| along in you grows | |
| we drag the brush | |
| as time goes on | |
| winding trails of blue | |
| for those to see | |
| the paths we took | |
| to make a dream come true | |
| neon lights | |
| and these city streets | |
| your presence overdue | |
| we lead not follow | |
| and that's hard to do | |
| when no one follows you | |
| with nothing new | |
| we will pretend | |
| invent our world again | |
| the neon lights | |
| how they shined for you | |
| they'll shine for others too | |
| we lead not follow | |
| and the aim was true | |
| and so they followed you | |
| they followed you |