If I were you I might, keep away from those,
Blinding lucky strikes, in bars that never close.
You try to track it down, and follow where it goes
Just one too many hours, out standing in the snow.
Just looking for a light to shine on you.

Some old famous songs, in quarters on the floor,
You played so many hours as they would have you for.
People passing by, and in and out the door, say How'd you get to be the man outside the store.
Just looking for a light to shine on you.

If I were you I would, keep away from those,
Who seek to do you good, whose eyes are all but closed.
Messages of love, with predjudice exposed, and honey on their lips,
Now what do they suppose.
Who's looking for a light to shine on you.