When the Lights Were Ours

Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. I used to

run with a fool's kinda grace. Clocked in at dawn, ti-tired on my

face. We talked promotions over paper cups. Swore by the weekend we'd be

movin' up. We bought our futures on a credit line. Cheap wine,

a toast that said, "the world is fine." Now I see

faces through a subway glass. Nobody's askin' how the dream collapsed. They told us,

"Keep your head down, you'll be all right. There's always room

for you if you work all night." But every promise faded out like