My nights were getting better Without a lover The feeling of peace I had All by myself Free to fill my space with Things I really wanted Giving no excuses I even had my own place Had my own place
Those long nights Those bright lights Those carefree days Those long nights Those bright lights I tell you I got it made
Never ever realized that I was lonely 'Cause working on the road can be It can be an escape Dinner in a one night stop Just meet me in the hall Take a number in my black book And promise to call, promise to call
Those long nights Those bright lights Those carefree days Those long nights Those bright lights I tell you I got it made
Then I saw a bright face Lit by a candle Sitting in the bar alone She filled the whole place
The magic of her presence Who could walk up to her Who would ever dare to give This woman-child a chase
Thought my nights were getting better Just living by myself But I got hooked this time Now we got our own place We got our own place
Those long nights Those bright lights Those carefree days Those long nights Those bright lights I tell you I got it made
And I love those long nights
Compositores: Carl Dean Wilson (Wilson Carl), Myrna Smith Chilling ECAD: Obra #2696811