A singer in a smoky room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night, It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the nights
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
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 are born to sing the blues
And now 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
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
Don’t stop believin’. Hold on to that feelin’. Streetlight, people
Don’t stop believin’. Hold on to that feelin’. Streetlight, people
Don’t stop