Don't you fly often
Or keep the doors open
It's been high thirties all week
Don't you fly often
Or keep the doors open
It's been high thirties all week
The music in my ears is fading
All that's left before me
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights
I can tell you're sick
Of picking up the kids
They told you so
Busy nights for firefighters
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights