The golden light from the oil rigs at night
I can see them of the coast
Twenty three more days he'll be away
It'll be a week before he even knows

We've been friends since we where little kids
But Andy's spark blew out if it ever did exist
When the ga stomes and the alarms go I'll be a thousand miles away
He'll fall apart but atleast he'll never know
That I've been living a lie half my life or more
And every time I'd see his sister or his mom would stop by
I'd feel like I was cutting in or being cut by a knife
To live without love is easier than lying day and night

And if I end up in Atlanta broken in some single room
Or stuck at a register at some dollar store
At least I wont be cursed
I'm seeing the golden light from the oil rigs at night
And never once dreaming my man is home
I'm not saying he's not a good man
I'm just so tired of living my life a lie
I've covered up my heart for so many years
Don't even know if it survived

The golden light from the oil rigs at night
I can see them of the coast
I can see them of the coast