If I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it will be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the street lights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.
Some times I try to tell myself the light was never real,
Just a fantasy that used to be, the way I used to feel.
But you and I know better, even though its been so long,
If your memory really serves you well, youll never tell me no wrong.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes you know what I mean.
So if I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it would be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.