A dream that's old, a song that's new
Money borrowed, guitar blue
True love tries, but has to fail
When distance, time and space prevail
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I can still see the clothes we wore
And the bar next door and the dirty floor
And the day we left home for a rock n' roll tour of America
There was Milo and me, it's true
And the songs we knew and a picture of you
And a beat-up van with a guitar in my hand so I could work it through
Lonely American nights
Can make you hungry for the arms of someone new
But put me under the lights
I'd never jeopardize the trust I had with you
And I hope you found yourself another lover with a heart that's true
Someone to say to you
Hold tight, shine bright
Tonight, I'll be coming right home to you
Daylight, stay bright
If it's alright, I'll be makin' it home to you
We used to pray for the end of school
For our favorite tune, up in my bedroom
Where I would wait for you, baby
In the parking lot to get you in the afternoon
Do you remember the way we talked
When I dropped you off 'till the sun came up
When I awoke to find you sleeping at the opposite end of the telephone?
But everything has a price
Ambition ordered me to do what I must do
Another love sacrificed
Another offer to the gods of losing you
And I hope you realize my heart will always hold a place for you
When I used to say to you
Hold tight, shine bright
Tonight, I'll be coming right home to you
Daylight, stay bright
If it's alright, I'll be makin' it home to you
And where were you, baby
When the wheels on my bus broke down?
And where was I, darlin'
When you needed me to be around?
And I suppose I'll never find another lover with a heart so true
Someone to say to you
Hold tight, tonight
Daylight, if it's alright
Hold tight, shine bright
Tonight, I'll be coming right home to you
Daylight, stay bright
If it's alright, I'll be makin' it home to you
Hold tight, shine bright
Tonight, I'll be coming right home to you
I can still see the clothes we wore
And the bar next door and the dirty floor
And the day we left home for a rock n' roll tour of America
There was Milo and me, it's true
And the songs we knew and a picture of you