[00:15.960]I think about that day[00:18.040]I left him at a Greyhound station[00:19.800]West of Santa Fé[00:21.560]We were seventeen[00:23.180]but he was sweet and it was true[00:25.640]Still I did what I had to do[00:28.920]'Cause I just knew[00:30.870]Summer: Sunday nights[00:33.030]We'd sink into our seats[00:34.850]Right as they dimmed out all the lights[00:36.910]A Technicolor world made out of music and machine[00:40.490]It called me to be on that screen[00:44.230]And live inside each scene[00:46.390]Without a nickel to my name[00:48.530]Hopped a bus, here I came[00:50.270]Could be brave or just insane[00:52.420]We'll have to see[00:54.110]'Cause maybe in that sleepy town[00:56.060]He'll sit one day, the lights are down[00:57.900]He'll see my face and think of how he......used to know me[01:01.900]Climb these hills[01:03.700]I'm reaching for the heights[01:05.080]And chasing all the lights that shine[01:08.790]And when they let you down[01:12.750]You'll get up off the ground[01:17.170]'Cause morning rolls around[01:19.460]And it's another day of sun[01:24.730]I hear 'em ev'ry day[01:26.710]The rhythms in the canyons[01:28.230]That'll never fade away[01:30.080]The ballads in the barrooms[01:32.250]Left by those who came before[01:33.970]They say "you gotta want it more"[01:37.480]So I bang on ev'ry door[01:39.740]And even when the answer's "no"[01:41.760]Or when my money's running low[01:43.440]The dusty mic and neon glow[01:45.590]Are all I need[01:47.230]And someday as I sing my song[01:49.310]A small-town kid'll come along[01:51.270]That'll be the thing to push him on and go go[01:55.270]Climb these hills[01:56.550]I'm reaching for the heights[01:58.640]And chasing all the lights that shine[02:02.400]And when they let you down[02:05.850]You'll get up off the ground[02:09.920]'Cause morning rolls around[02:12.610]And it's another day of sun