Lights Of Cincinatti - Scott Walker

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.