Ballad Of The Lights

A young man sits on the bridge after nightfall

And looks across the Hudson River to New Jersey

He wonders about life

And he wonders if he'll ever get old

He sees the lights

He wonders if they are talking to each other

And he wonders if they are talking to him

And he asks if they are

My mind settles down

On those lights from New Jersey

Why I chose New Jersey

To look at, I don't know

Well, one thing is sure

I'm here to see those lights

It doesn't matter, don't matter, no

Where I come from or where I go

Well, what does it mean

Those lights?

I can't resist the thought

That they are twinkling to each other

Are they?

Are they?

His leisure hours

Are spent in a way

That mystifies his younger years

Thinking hard

He has no say what's in his eyes

And meets his ears

Well, one thing is sure

I'm here to see those lights

It doesn't matter, don't matter, no

Where I come from or where I go

Well, what does it mean

Those lights?

I can't resist the thought

That they are twinkling to each other

Are they?

Are they?

Lights are shining brighter now

But it's not home for me

Different lights across the river

Lights of industry

They are so beautiful

(Very, very, very beautiful)

Please, Mr. Mystery

If I'm sitting, oh, so still

All alone, it's only me

All those lights have lost their meaning

Please, oh, Mr. Mystery

Suddenly, the ice that was floating down the Hudson

Stops

The flow has stopped

And so, dejected

He wanders back into the city

Back to the bars

Back to where he first found happiness