Distant city nights,
Those faraway lights,
On the eastern border;
Colored lights quarter.

There should be hubbub,
And people club to club;
Dancing nights of August,
Music mellow and robust!

To that far, dreamy place,
With life's quicker pace,
Excitement is now calling,
And my heart is falling!

Those far neon lights burn,
As some observe and yearn;
Glowing colors of the night,
Under the silvery moonlight.