The Blinding Light of Dreams - Bruce Hornsby, YMusic

In our town we wake up early every day

It’s seven A.M., it’s today, September twelfth

It’s early morning all across our Commonwealth

Shaking off Jim Crow and most hyperbole

Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee

Perfect southern gothic history

A young boy was murdered, he was only ten

This anniversary has been replayed in town since then

Except that his family, they can’t live it again

Our town’s secret mystery

The blinding light of dreams in black and white

Mostly hidden til the sun goes down

Why would we speak the fears that come at night

The secret nightmares of our town

We’re in love with cars, and we love to drive

Drive to our jobs and drive our kids to school

Drive-up Golden Arches, drive-by Golden Rules

There’s more to safety than dangers you can see

I’ll look out for you if you look out for me

Fear is the root of our family tree

On this glorious day, the NASA Voyager One probe

Has exited the Solar System, billions of miles from our globe

Travelling to distant suns may be Mankind’s only hope

To solve Earth’s mysteries

The blinding light of dreams in black and white

Mostly hidden til the sun goes down

Why would we speak the fears that come at night

The secret nightmares of our town