The freeway is just a two-way street
A back and forth no need to speak
A light in each life we pass
When you need your nighttime highway thing
Bright lights won't keep on blinding me
They build but then they pass
If I never say all that I mean
Could you think yourself unhappy
And dig beneath our house
Because bright lights
They grow then pass
Yeah, when you need your nighttime highway thing
I'll build our house unending
And give this light I have
Bright Lights