These Nights Songtext

No room service after midnight So I'm dining lite on nuts from the machine And your pictures not like havin' you but it sure dresses up room 418 If I didn't feel like I belonged here I picked tonight to have my doubts, Oh yeah It's just another road map that I never got the time to figure out These nights They must be sent in to depress me maybe break maybe test me These nights These nights Are the life I try to fashion outta microphones and passion These nights And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights These nights Sometimes I'm blinded by the spotlight and reminded of the first night That I played It's lucky that I didn't know how bad I was or I'd have never stayed And after all these nights if more of me is diamond and less of me is rough I'd still fly it to the candle 'cause on nights like these You're never blind enough These nights They must be sent here to amaze me maybe bury maybe craze me These nights These nights Am I blazing am I bleeding all my secret words to dealing with These nights And the things that I discover at the time I hold my heart up to the lights These nights These nights They must be sent here to confound me maybe bury maybe pound me These nights These nights When I'm stranded on the runway Wondering if there might be more than one way up - one way down And the things that I discover any time I hold my heart up to the crowd These nights