Those city lights I watch; or, they watch me.
Each night they shine, and call us all to see;
Rising has been done, each day and each night,
I long to rise and join the distant light.
My warmth the winds must take as I depart,
The miles and miles to travel ‘fore I start,
A home awaits with love, laughter, good cheer;
To me such things a dream can make appear.
Who looks out th’ window of such a home,
A blinking star in the night; as I roam,
And search for life among the distant haze,
Find there a pair of eyes to match my gaze.
