quiet lights about the city,
twilight till she goes to sleep,
one-by-one, they dim in pity,
as all good people count their sheep.
stars might mingle with the metal,
the towers lost within the sky,
nighttime Nashville starts to settle,
but as for me, I question why.
the pacing of the sun and moon,
a gentle breeze to sweep’n sway,
I’ve gone too far or come too soon,
I’ve lead too many hearts astray.
yet, moons shall set in morning’s rise,
as light would bounce from windows high
while love is fit for hopeful eyes,
I wake to hope for You and I.