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 an' moppin' the floor.
Countin' his tills an' lockin' the doors.
Wreslin' the devil that tells him pour
Another round.
When the lights go down.

She'll be callin' her friends from her Mercedes Benz,
But it's too late now.
They were there for the fame, the flash and the thrill.
But the drop of a name, the part isn't his.
As another star falls from the Hollywood Hills,
Without a sound.

When the lights go down,
And there's nothing left to be.
When the lights go down,
And the truth is all you see.
When you feel that hole inside your soul
An' 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, when this game that I play,
Has gone another round.
As I lay there alone in this big empty bed,
Nothing 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 nothing left to be.
When the lights go down,
And the truth is all you see.
And I wonder if, all my life's about,
Is the sum of all my fears,
And all my doubts,
Yeah, when all the lights go down.
Oh, oh.

When the lights go down,
Oh, an' there's nothing left to be.
When the lights go down,
Yeah. an' the truth is all you see.
When you feel that hole inside your soul
An' wonder what you're made of.
Well, we all find out,
When the lights go down,
Ooh, when the lights go down.
Oh, oh.