If I don't have to ride your rollercoaster anymore

Then I won't wait in line like all the other poor souls

Waiting just to be told that your ride's oversold

And I don't have to worry about that anymore.

But still I happen to know

That when the lights get low

The places that the mind goes.

If I don't hear you voice back on the telephone

If I don't read your name on any letter I open

Well I still keep on hoping

With every door as it opens you'll be standing on the other side.

Well experience shows

That when the lights get low

The places that the mind goes.

Why guess

Why look

Why ask

When still you do the same

Cross out

Stars crossing once again

Who's star to blame.

Yes I happen to know

Places that the mind goes.

If I dissolve by two would you agree with me at all

Mark it in your blueprints on the cutting room floor

Making changes as you go, they're almost ready to show

I don't have to worry about you anymore.

But I happen to know

That when the lights get low

Yes I happen to know

That when the lights get low

The places that the mind goes.