Texty: Matchbox 20. More Than You Think You Are. Bright Lights.

She got out of town
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway

There's some things in this world
You just can't change
Some things you can't see
Until it gets too late

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You can turn yourself around and come on home

I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city

Some things in this world
They don't make sense
Some things you don't need
Until they leave you
And they're things that you miss

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world?

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You can turn yourself around and come on home

Let that city take you in, come on home
Let that city spit you out, come on home
Let that city take you down, yeah
For God's sake turn around

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world?

Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
Well, turn yourself around and come on home

Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby come on home
Yeah, come on home, yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby come on home