There was a storm last night Blew away wrong and right Watching the waves crash down . Now our words like boats Either they sink or float Are they designed like that Can't they come back Last night I was a lighthouse Only needing to keep you there Like a lonesome shadow searching Like a sea fog in the air I'll keep you there Called on my radio Frequency dipped below Audible levels So I sat in my wet clothes Keeping the wicks trimmed and lit After the storm had hit I turned on my light But it couldn't find you