Bright Lights
© 2006 Keating
Written by Cindy Keating / Keating
It won't fall into place if it's not meant to be
Oh no, the joke's on me
Your guess is as good as mine
The question's always time
It's too far out of reach
It's hard to stay controlled, I got depth and I got soul
But I don't belong here
Anticipate the day and play a patient game
But I keep moving on
Bright lights, dark nights I'm still here
Sunrise, blue skies I'm still here
I keep holding on who knows what will come?
It's quiet mystery
What is it that you see when you look at me?
I'm still but I have not stopped
Where do we go from here?
All this waiting's so unclear?