And if it's true, Baby, I'm the one in love with you
and I guess that I've been all my life
and I know and I'll try
and I'll love you more than those other guys
It's because you mean the world to me
You're exactly what I need
Baby, I'm waiting for you to stop shaking
and come closer to me
My love and protection
My love and devotion
Devotion

Covered the spread, won the bets
and I'm now the one that won your heart
and I hope you'll always be mine
because our love is for all time
Trust is a virtue
I'll never desert you
or leave you behind
Forever and ever
We'll be together
Together
we'll be

Emily, sing something sweet for me
I want to feel the warmth inside your heart

Emily, sing something sweet for me
I need to hear those words out of your mouth

Emily, sing something please
I want to taste life behind your eyes

My grandfather's name was Moon
because his eyes were bright and round
and no amount of time or liquor could dull them

My grandmother's name was Joy
because it spilled out of her heart
and bathed her precious children in its warmth

And there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow
and the pain
but how they ever found it
I cannot explain

I guess time has a way of making everything alright
it's just there is not enough of it
and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate
this lie and hope that it will last
Morning is here, night has passed

My grandfather was a doctor
he cured the sick with his kind hands
and he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land

My grandmother was all sweetness
and when she spoke we all heard bells and
they rang in such a way that we were comforted
and they held onto each other with all the strength they had
and they loved with devotion beyond what I understand

But I guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable
and the days seem dark and long
but we cry and we dance
and we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace
The moon is gone and the sun has took its place.

Meaning is sometimes hard to spot
It begins with the flickering of cigarettes
In the darkness of a dorm room
somewhere in the suffocated mid-west
And if this is real then I was mistaken
And if there is truth then why can't we find it?
Beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something
bigger than themselves
This is the sound of the hopeless kids
as they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents
And this is the sound of the hopeless ones
as they stare down at their books
and realize they have been lied to
But if this is real then I was mistaken
And the vision fades as quickly as it came
Consistency like that which I have craved
is that people change so unexpectedly
and realization finds you in a drunken airport
Some planes depart and other never arrived
so with this in mind I don't plan on waiting
If it's time to leave and break these old ties
Without something else this vision is fading
But until it's gone the pain will make us try
But this is the hope
I have been searching for
as the wings catch the sunlight of this old Nebraska skyline
This is the dream I am dying in
I will wake to find tomorrow
Be content without perfection
But if this is real then I was mistaken
and if the vision is gone then I was not aware

How many lights do you see?
There's one to say that night has come
And there's one that guards this jagged shore
And there's one to call the children home
And there's one to light the path they take

How many lights do you see?
There's one to keep the shadows off
And there's one that tells me she got home
And there's one to read his novel by
And there's one that warms this dreary room
And there's one to watch the baby sleep
And there's one to count the blinking stars
And there's one that I just can't forget
And there's one that I remember too

How many lights do you see?
There's one that waits for closing time
And there's one that gets left on all night
And there's one that marks the western sky
And it shines down on the quiet street
And there's one that floods the darker parts
And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
And there's one that says she's not asleep
And there's one that waits for her to wake

How many lights do you see?
There is one that spills out on the beach
And it sparkles on the jetting rocks
And there is one that waits for tired ships
That sleep within this tired port