(Gerry Goffin, Barry Goldberg, 1973/1976)
If I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I don`t have to tell you what a welcome it will be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
but I still keep on believing that it`ll come back some day.
It`s not the spotlight, it`s not the cam`ra light,
it`s not the street lights of 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.
Some times 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,
if your memory really serves you well, you`ll never tell me no wrong.
It`s not the spotlight, it`s not the cam`ra light,
it`s not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It ain`t the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
but I`ve seen it shining in your eyes you know what I mean.
So if I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I don`t have to tell you what a welcome it would be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
but I still keep on believing that it`ll come back some day.
It`s not the spotlight, it`s not the cam`ra light,
it`s not the streetlights of 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.