On the nights on Broadway (blame it on the nights on Broadway) Blamin' it all (I'm blamin' it all) Singin' them straight to the heart songs Singin' them sweet sounds Singin' them love songs (yeah, yeah) Well, I had to follow you Though you did not want

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)

Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound, of your heart You're so conceited, I Said "I love you" What does it matter if I lie to you? I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through So don't you tell me that you 'just

On the nights on Broadway (blame it on the nights on Broadway) Blamin' it all (I'm blamin' it all) Singin' them straight to the heart songs Singin' them sweet sounds Singin' them love songs (yeah, yeah) Well, I had to follow you Though you did not want

Let's build a stairway to the stars And climb that stairway to the stars With love beside us to fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins Out yonder where the blue begins The moon will guide us as we go drifting along Can't we sail away

Lost aggressive youth You know what you’re breeding Chew us up, spit us out Push us back, hold us down What were you expecting? We are the faces lost in the crowd We may be down but we'll never be, never be out You will hear our sound Will you bite your

And tonight I wanna drive so far we'll only find static on the radio And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow Saying everything without making a sound, Standing on your shoes in my bare feet, dancing to the rhythm

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart When you go, what you leave is a work of art On my chest, on my heart And my love is yours but your love's not mine And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find She went out

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and