If I ever feel the light again,
Shining down on me,
I don`t have to tell you,
How welcome it would be,
I felt the light before,
But I let it slip away,
An` I just keep on believing,
That it`ll come back someday.
It`s not the spotlight,
It`s not the candlelight,
Its not the streetlight,
But some old street of dreams,
It ain`t the moonlight,
Not even the sunlight,
But I`ve seen it shining in your eyes,
And you know what I mean.
Sometimes I try to tell myself,
The light was never real,
Just a fantasy that used to be,
The way I used to feel,
But you and I know better,
Even though it`s been so long,
Now if your memory really serves you well,
You`ll never tell me no wrong.
It`s not the spotlight,
It`s not the candlelight,
Its not the streetlight,
Its some old street of dreams,
It ain`t the moonlight,
Not even the sunlight,
But I`ve seen it shining in your eyes,
And you know what I mean.
So if I ever feel the light again,
Shining down on me,
I won`t have tell you how,
Welcome it would be,
I felt the light before,
But I let it slip away,
I just live for believing,
That it`ll come back someday,
It`s not the spotlight,
It`s not the candlelight,
Its not the streetlight,
Its some old street of dreams,
It ain`t the moonlight,
Not even the sunlight,
But I`ve seen it shining in your eyes,
And you know what I mean,
But I`ve seen it shining in your eyes,
And you know what I mean.