Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill. Payin’ anything to roll the dice, just one more time.
Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues. Oh, the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on. Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion, hiding, somewhere in the night.Don’t stop believin’, hold on to the feelin’ streetlight people.