(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

what I didn't want to do

Television light

Shining through a hundred bedroom windows

I went out last night

Walking all around the streets that we know

Sometimes love will bring you down one day

Then back up another day

Make you right, make you wrong, make you do it anyway

What I didn't wish for nearly came true

to throw your love away

was what I didn't want to do

I truly realize now what I already knew

to make your bitter tears fall

was what I didn't want to do

What I didn't want to do

Sometimes love will bring you down one day, and back up another day

make you right, make you wrong, make you do it anyway

What I wouldn't wish for, nearly came true

to throw your love away, is 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, is what I didn't want to do

what I didn't want to do