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