Testo di Where the Lights Hang Low

There's a place I go Where the lights hang low The walls are stale from a thousand Marlborough lights And the carpet tells a tale of a thousand Friday nights There's a man outside Big black holes for eyes Biting down on burnt out cigars Plays forgotten songs on broken guitars There's a place I go Where the lights hang low There's a place I've found On the edge of town Where all the girls dress in angelic white But age is so unkind under florescent lights And there's a man by the door Neatly stitched to the floor He's sat there for a thousand years And he'll sit there for a thousand more There's a place I go Where the lights hang low Oh there's a place I go Where the lights hang low