Marshall Crenshaw - Television Light

(M. Crenshaw)

Television light
Shining through a hundred bedroom windows
I was out last night
Walking all around the streets that we know
Tales to tell are behind every door
No two are quite the same
You and I know a few of our own, that's for sure
Days and days have gone
But I still clearly can remember a crowded avenue
on a Monday evening in November
On our way to your old place downtown
You held my hand tight
There was light and laughter and music all around
What I wouldn't wish for nearly came true
to throw your love away
was what I didn't want to do
It's written on my heart, the way I feel for you
to make your bitter tears fall
was what I didn't want to do