Out Where the Bright Lights Are Glowing - Ronnie Milsap

I was only eighteen in a ducktail and jeans when he had to go

We spent so many nights me and Jim and the lights from my radio

I never knew him or once shook his hand

But sometimes I think he was my closest friend

I can stand at my window some nights

With a soft southern breeze gently blowing

I know deep inside he’s still shining somewhere

Out where the bright lights are glowing

When love let me down Jim was around to share those four walls

But then he went away one fateful day and saddened us all

The headline that morning I remember it yet

He’ll never be that easy to forget

I can stand at my window some nights

With a soft southern breeze gently blowing

I know deep inside he’s still shining somewhere

Out where the bright lights are glowing

Out where the bright lights are glowing