Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

This is for long-forgotten Light at the end of the world Horizon crying So long ago The tears he left behind long ago An old man by a seashore At the end of day Gazes the horizon With seawinds in his face

In the city I know there must be somethin' better In the city, oh, oh. Somewhere out there on that horizon Out beyond the neon lights But there's nowhere else in sight It's survival in the city When you live from day to day City streets don't have much

Sun dogs fire on the horizon Meteor rain stars across the night This moment may be brief Energy is contagious Enthusiasm spreads Tides respond to lunar gravitation Everything turns in synchronous relation Laughter is infectious Excitement goes to my head

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

I feel there's no place left to hide Drowning in slow motion From myself, I am left behind Is this fate imagined? Blackened horizon Light has withdrawn All behold the bloodshed Down upon your knees All extol the godsend

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had

Standing at the end of The final masquerade The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday Shadows floating over Skies begin to fade You said it was forever But then it slipped away Tearing me apart

In a vapor trail, in a vapor trail Swept away like voices in a hurricane Horizon to horizon Memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints in the rain Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had