Lights Of Cincinatti

I remember still, I guess I always will;
That winters day I took the west bound flight.
As I looked down from the plane
You were standing in the rain.
You waved goodbye,
Till I was out of sight.

And I can see them shining
Through the Willows and the Pines:
The lights of Cincinatti
Oh, so many miles behind.
I could build myself a new life
And make it on my own.
But the lights of Cincinnati
Will keep calling me back home.

Sometimes late at night,
I watch the fire light make pictures
of a life that used to be.
For a moment I'm back there
In that same old rocking chair;
You look across the room
And smile at me.

And I can see them shining
Through the Willows and the Pines:
The lights of Cincinatti
Oh, so many miles behind.
I could build myself a new life
And make it on my own.
But the lights of Cincinnati
Will be calling me back home.

The lights of Cincinnati
Will be calling me back home.