You can't see the stars above the city skylinenBut sometimes the air shines like gold under the yellow streetlightsnThe psychotics in the park staring up at the skynAnd silent airplanes slowly drifting bynSometimes it all seems to glow as brightnAs the light from all the TVs in townnnSometimes it all seems to glow as brightnAs the light from all the TVs in townnnBut when I wake up scared in the still summer nightsnWhen the air hangs like snakes of the flashing neon signsnIt seems like there's nothing along these broken roadsnBut blinking lights on creaking metal polesnLike a thousand crying eyes dropping tearsnIn the lights of all the TVs in townnTears in the lights of all the TVs in town