Like some night bird homeward wingin
he seeks the sheltered nest
like the sailorand's lost horizon,
he needs some place to rest
the songs that heand's been singinand'
no longer make much sense
and those strangerand's cold perceptions
theyand've killed his confidence
nightingale, she sails away upon a sea of song
nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along
when his tired voice is broken
his golden hope is gone
she makes a lost souland's simple longing
somehow not so wrong
nightingale, nightingale
He was strong, but he was taken
by the thought of his success
those spotlights shadows
how they lured him and took him like all the rest
but that old dream donand't look good now
no it donand't seem quite the same
he needs to hear a tender word
wonand't you sing him home again
nightingale, she sails away up on a sea of song
nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along
when his strength is slowly going,
his pride is all but gone
she makes a foolish dreamer listen to one last song
nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale
oh, na, na, na, na
nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale
in my little town
i grew up believing
god keeps his eye on us all
and he used to lean upon me
as i pledged allegiance to the wall
lord i recall my little town
coming home after school
riding my bike past the gates of the factories
my mom doing the laundry
hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
and after it rains thereand's a rainbow
and all of the colors are black
itand's not that the colors arenand't there
itand's just imagination they lack
everythingand's the same back in my little town
In my little town i never meant nothing
i was just my fatherand's son
saving my money
dreamin of glory
twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
