Lights Of Cincinatti

I remember still, I guess I always will;

That winters day I took the west bound flight.

As I looked down from the plane

You were standing in the rain.

You waved goodbye,

Till I was out of sight.

And I can see them shining

Through the Willows and the Pines:

The lights of Cincinatti

Oh, so many miles behind.

I could build myself a new life

And make it on my own.

But the lights of Cincinnati

Will keep calling me back home.

Sometimes late at night,

I watch the fire light make pictures

of a life that used to be.

For a moment I'm back there

In that same old rocking chair;

You look across the room

And smile at me.

And I can see them shining

Through the Willows and the Pines:

The lights of Cincinatti

Oh, so many miles behind.

I could build myself a new life

And make it on my own.

But the lights of Cincinnati

Will be calling me back home.

The lights of Cincinnati

Will be calling me back home.