The Lighthouse

I sail a high tide on a lonesome wind
A trail of old spite, invited in
The saltiest skin bent to drink the rain
And the memory's faint
I've been away
I knew her by name
I've been away

But there rings a sound from beyond my reach
A kerosene glow, a light, a heat
The dusty old bow turns to heed the call
And the air starts to change
I've been away
It's been such a wait
I've been away

The lighthouse sings for me
Oh, sings for me
Guess this must be the place

A paperback creed, oh, it taught me well
Saw a vanishing act diffused, dispelled
A labour of love birthed among the waves
It's been a long year
But this time I'll stay
Footprints on the pier
This must be the place

The lighthouse sings for me
Oh, sings for me
Guess this must be the place