The Silos | Walter Salas-Humara

Lyrics

NORTHERN LIGHTS
© 1997 Scott Burns and Walter Salas-Humara
Published by Lagartija Music, BMI and Scott Z. Burns Music, BMI

He works late on Monday, the same old grind
Thinks about the children he left behind
There's a photograph beside him, a thousand miles away
There's a fast car to take him to another working day

He works late on Friday, then he heads for home
There is no happy hour when you drinking alone
There's a paper on the table, a map on the wall
A single bed in the corner and a blind crystal ball

The Northern Lights won't come and find him
At least not tonight at the end of the evening train
Seems they always shine in someone else's sky or
They ain't bright enough to burn away the rain

Tomorrow makes no promise, but it might be your friend
It might just be dishonest and leave you with what might have been
We measure time in hours and we add it up in days
We lock it up in towers and watch it melt away

The Northern Lights won't come and find him
At least not tonight at the end of the evening train
Seems they always shine in someone else's sky or
They ain't bright enough to burn away the rain