I lost count when I wentnWhen I packed my things and got dressedn(That hurts)nnPale, rolling to the groundnYou're the only anchor I foundnnThese rumours are leavingnAnd causing the airplanes to somenSomewhere the city lights leave us blindnnTomorrow you're leavingnYour boarding an airplane to somenSomewhere the city lights leave us blindnnAnd the streetlights serve as my moonnAs their light cascades over younAnd I know you probably feel trappednLike some dead weights (?) you backnnTomorrow I'm leavingnI'm boarding an airplane to somenSomewhere the things I love stay the samennThe sidewalks are magnetsnThe lights and the traffic gleamnSomewhere the city lights make us realnnOooooh