If I ever feel the
light again shining down on me
I don't have to tell you
how welcome it will be
I felt the light before,
but I let it slip away
But I still keep on believing that
it'll come back someday
It's not the spotlight,
and it ain't the candlelight
It's not the streetlight,
some old street of dreams
It's not the moonlight,
not even the sunlight
But I've seen it shinin' in your eyes
And you know what I mean,
you know what I mean
Sometimes 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 now,
even though it's been so long
If your memory really serves you well,
you never tell me I'm wrong.
It's not the sunlight,
and it ain't the candlelight.
It's not the streetlight,
some old street of dreams.
It's not the moonlight,
not even the sunlight.
But I've seen it shining in your eyes,
and you know what I mean.
If I ever feel the light again,
you know things will have to change.
Names and faces,
homes and places will have to be rearranged.
If you can help it come about,
if you're ever so inclined,
there ain't no rhyme or reason why a
woman can't change her mind.
It's not just my life.
It ain't your kind of life.
It's not the streetlight,
it's some old street of dreams.
It's not the moonlight,
not even the sunlight.
But I've seen it shining in your eyes.
You know what I mean.
It's not the spotlight.
It's not the streetlight,
summer on street of dreams, it's not you or
I, it's or I