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There's a thousand lights that shine
On the darkest point this night
I feel the cold of the west wind
Mystery and fright
You seek shelter from the wind
And wind up in my arms
There's a soothing comfort in your voice
That keeps me warm and calm
I see the trails from where I came
I have an urge to just turn back now
I turn the key and ignite our ride
We'll make it there somehow
I am lost and I'm frankly scared
And I seek your sweet advise
In the waves of the turnpike lights
You seem to have closed your eyes
I see red lights fade to black
I guess the past long gone now
The sun starts to feed the day
We'll make it there somehow
