Ba-ba-da-ba, da-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-da-ba, da-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-da-ba, da-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba
I think about that day
I left him at a Greyhound station
West of Santa Fé
We were 17, but he was sweet and it was true
Still I did what I had to do
'Cause I just knew
Summer Sunday nights
We'd sink into our seats
Right as they dimmed out all the lights
A Technicolor world made out of music and machine
It called me to be on that screen
And live inside each scene
Without a nickel to my name
Hopped a bus, here I came
Could be brave or just insane
We'll have to see
'Cause maybe in that sleepy town
He'll sit one day, the lights are down
He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me
Climb these hills
I'm reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down (it's another day)
You'll get up off the ground (it's another day)
'Cause morning rolls around
And it's another day of sun
It's another day of sun