LOST DON'T MEAN A THING

Neon lights remind me of a place long past
where tiny memories go waltzing in the moonlight
and warm flickering gas lights illuminate the dark hall
where lovers come to get lost

So burn the map and let your heart guide your feet
The weather's fine, the neon sun's aglow
so let the liquor soak up your sorrow
'cuz there 'aint no use in wondering 'bout tomorrow

When we get back home we'll buy a truck with peeling paint
fill it with what we need and find a place that feels right
and go waltzing in the moonlight

You're not loosing if lost don't mean a thing
You're only falling into the unknown
So run on into the night
and don't stop to say goodbye