Texty: Faith Hill. Cry. When The Lights Go Down.

When the lights go down
He'll be fillin' a pan with a broom in his hand
In some dive across town
He'll be wipin' the bar, and moppin' the floor
Countin' his tips and lockin' the doors
Restlin' the devil that tells him to pour another round

When the lights go down
She'll be callin' her friends from the Mercedes Benz
But it's too late now
They were there for the fame, the flash and thrill
The drop of the name, the parties, and pills
So another star falls from the Hollywood hills
Without a sound

When the lights go down
And there's nothin' left to be
When the lights go down
And the truth is all you see

When you feel that hole
Inside your soul
And wonder what you're made of
Well, we all find out
When the lights go down

When the lights go down
At the end of the day
With this game that I play
Has gone another round
As I lay there alone in this big empty bed
Nothin' but thoughts of you in my head
I think of the things that I wish I had said
When you were still around

When the lights go down
Yeah, there's nothin' left to be
When the lights go down
And the truth is all you see

And I wonder if all my life's about
The sum of all my fears and all my doubts
Yeah, when the lights go down, woah oh

When the lights go down
Oh, when there's nothin' left to be
When the lights go down
Yeah, and the truth is all you see

When you feel that hole
Inside your soul
Wonder what you're made of
Well, we all find out
When the lights go down
Ooo, when the lights go down upon