Hurry through the night

Past the shuttered houses

Towards a solitary light

Burning in the window

Near a figure in a chair

Always sitting there

Quiet as a prayer



Does he close his eyes?

Weary with the weight of being

Suddenly so wise

Tired of the demons

He must sit up there and fight

Deep into the night

Praying that he's right?



Every evening I can see his shadow on the shade

And I don't feel so alone or so afraid



There's a candle in the window every night

Reflecting all our hopes and dreams

Or so it seems to me as I look up to see

That candle in the window every night

Burning like the yearning to be free

Far away and dim

Kept alive by him



Does he love his wife?

And does he sometimes wish to God

He'd had a different life

Or does he hold her closer 

when the candle burns away

Or is he left alone?

Always on his own



A thousand miles away

Before I go to bed I fall down

On my knees and pray

That he will keep his candle burning

Just a moment more

Till he finds a way

This is what I pray



And I wonder does he see me passing by each night

As I look up to find his patch of light?



There's a candle in the window every night

Reflecting all our hopes and dreams

Or so it seems to me as I look up to see

That candle in the window shining bright

Far away and dim

Kept alive by him



Hurry through the night

Hurry through the night

Hurry through the night

Towards the promise of his light