See the bright lights shine in your face I'm counting on you to take it all away (the Wonderman) I saw the chosen one they're calling your name Are you you Are you you, the Wonderman I traded friends for fans, cement for sand Come on come on the stars

Lover I'm off the streets Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire She's the candle Burning in my room

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

I'm goin' in To Sin City I'm gonna win In Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight Diamonds, and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar

My future's so bright, that all I see is stars My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads I don't see you broads, I, I don't see you broads If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged I don't see you

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go Everybody knows, we got the party with us Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights And the moon is so bright from above Skateboard here's all right So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us We got the party with us

You get top floor and when you back you go slower Turn out the lights cause they're coming bright And then you go Hope that smoke ain't getting to you're face Walking like you're sucking velvet snow Going 'cause you're sweating on our floor Then you go

Welcome to New York It's been waitin' for you Welcome to New York, welcome to New York It's a new soundtrack I could dance to this beat, beat forevermore The lights are so bright but they never blind me, me The lights are so bright but they never blind

When the stars come out And one of those LA nights Oh, the stars come out and shine And they burn so bright They drown the downtown lights Oh, when the stars come out I was looking for a change of scene You were looking at a magazine It was red carpets

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true There must be peace and