the pogues
bright lights
The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me  As the world is round, road is long Trouble on my mind I'll just keep on moving Till the day comes 'round  Wind a' blowing on my back And my feet a' flying Flying down the road Where the bright lights shine  Monday's in a pigtown Tuesday's in a truck Wednesday's a field of mud And Thursday's out of luck  Friday's rain clouds Saturday flies by Sunday comes shining From a blue, blue sky  The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me  Some towns are golden Some towns are stained Some towns are shadows Fading in the rain  Some towns are rust And some towns they gleam Some towns are mad dogs Some towns are a dream  The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me  Some dreams are hollow Some dreams are cold Some dreams are crazy And some dreams are bold  Some dreams are bought And other dreams are sold Some dreams lie waiting At the end of the road  Where the bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me  I said the bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me 