They're turning your house into a parking lot One more outfitter store that only the tourists want In the corner of town that just you and time forgot I sit where your couch was, say: Go ahead and call the cops Feeding the flightless birds on the pier Hoping you might return to the fog 'round here But I look out, at the wreckage of you For as long as there's light, for as long as you last I curse 'em all out, when they fuck up your story I tell it the way that you told me You were born with a face made for a missing sign But you had something misplaced that you'd spend your life tryna find I still hear your name from some of the local guys Said they always placed you for the leaving type But I look out, at the wreckage of you For as long as there's light, for as long as you last I curse 'em all out, when they fuck up your story I tell it the way that you told me I comb the lighthouse And hope you're there in the morning Burning your boat Back to the ocean