Song | Bright City |
Artist | Flatfoot 56 |
Album | Jungle of the Midwest Sea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It’s been said that a little man can move mountains | |
If his faith is as big as a mustard seed | |
But I know that in this life it’s hard | |
To believe in the little things that we can not see | |
In this land in the city of broad shoulders | |
In the right part of town that we call the south side | |
In the midst of the railway cars | |
The bloody streets the endless bars | |
We strive to see a change in our minds and hearts (Chorus) | |
Dark city bright lights underneath the city light | |
Dark city bright lights tonight | |
In my home where the neighborhoods are distant | |
Where the pain of the past is remembered so vividly | |
But I pray for the day when we turn the page be on our way | |
And remember that we will bleed all the same |
It' s been said that a little man can move mountains | |
If his faith is as big as a mustard seed | |
But I know that in this life it' s hard | |
To believe in the little things that we can not see | |
In this land in the city of broad shoulders | |
In the right part of town that we call the south side | |
In the midst of the railway cars | |
The bloody streets the endless bars | |
We strive to see a change in our minds and hearts Chorus | |
Dark city bright lights underneath the city light | |
Dark city bright lights tonight | |
In my home where the neighborhoods are distant | |
Where the pain of the past is remembered so vividly | |
But I pray for the day when we turn the page be on our way | |
And remember that we will bleed all the same |
It' s been said that a little man can move mountains | |
If his faith is as big as a mustard seed | |
But I know that in this life it' s hard | |
To believe in the little things that we can not see | |
In this land in the city of broad shoulders | |
In the right part of town that we call the south side | |
In the midst of the railway cars | |
The bloody streets the endless bars | |
We strive to see a change in our minds and hearts Chorus | |
Dark city bright lights underneath the city light | |
Dark city bright lights tonight | |
In my home where the neighborhoods are distant | |
Where the pain of the past is remembered so vividly | |
But I pray for the day when we turn the page be on our way | |
And remember that we will bleed all the same |