dressed by the lights, on a cold November night
she steps slowly to the mic
her breath pulsing through the crowd
she looks around at the tables and chairs
filled with brown and blue stares
each with tales of despair and hope
they all want a song to call their own

not everyone can shine bright and strong on their own
but together they sure give off light
bringing life to the side streets with each constellation that forms
they’re the stars of the city each night

she could be from Brooklyn or Jersey
LA or Calgary
really, anywhere around
from town to town, a few notes and some chords
and a ’92 Ford paint the evenings with colors anew
in her heart, mind and voice it’s all she knows how to do

not everyone can shine bright and strong on their own
but together they sure give off light
bringing life to the side streets with each constellation that forms
they’re the stars of the city each night

oh, each day arrives, yeah, there’s something to prove
to all that seek meaning, entertainment and truth
and every time someone steps to the stage
another sun is made

so sing each word
know whichever way they’re heard
and no matter how inferred
hearts make of it what they can - it all depends
and based on paths different
love may represent a rose, a sword or a stone
she lets us go, where ever we want to go

not everyone can shine bright and strong on their own
but together they sure give off light
bringing life to the side streets with each constellation that forms
they’re they stars of the city each night