In a bar in downtown Dale an old man tells a tale
He screams of a day of poets where the streets are ours not theirs
He screams piss on everything
My leather jacket is zipped up and ready
The boots on my feet, they keep me steady
I want to join the gang and sing
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
Old men say, they say son it's going to be hard to get older
Give it time and you will see
Well now that time has come and gone
I may be young but I know nothing, nothing really matters
Except what's in your heart
No good, no bad, no wrong, no right
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
Meet us on the street underneath bright lights in the city
There we'll find our hearts, our souls, our dreams
Meet us on the street underneath bright lights big city
Nothing holds us back when we believe our hearts the size of buildings
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
