No room service after midnight
So I'm dining light on nuts from the machine
And your pictures not like havin' you but it sure dresses up room 418
If I didn't feel like I belonged out here I picked tonight to have my doubts, Oh yeah
It's just another road map that I never got the time to figure out

These nights
They must be sent in to depress me maybe break maybe test me
These nights

These nights
Are the life I try to fashion outta microphones and passion
These nights

And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights
These nights

Sometimes I'm blinded by the spotlight and reminded of the first night that I played
It's lucky that I didn't know how bad I was or I'd have never stayed
And after all these nights if more of me is diamond and less of me is rough
I'd still fly it to the candle 'cause on nights like these you're never blind enough

These nights
They must be sent here to amaze me maybe bury maybe craze me
These nights

These nights
Am I blazing am I pleading all my secret worth the dealing
These nights

And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights
These nights

These nights
They must be sent here to confound me maybe bury maybe drown me
These nights

These nights
When I'm stranded on the runway
Wondering if there might be more than one way up - one way down
And the things that I discover any time I hold my heart up to the crowd
These nights