Tires hiss on wet cement ground
Salt air rises all around
The lamp room's gone the lens is cold
But instinct works the way of old
I watch the harbor lights unfold
Neon rain on rusted spokes
I tend this harbor made of smoke
No tower here but I still know
The beam burns where the lost ones go
Chrome waves break on gutter stone
I ride the dark I ride alone
No foghorn sounds no bell to mark
Just drum machines inside the dark
But I still trace the glowing arc
Neon rain on rusted spokes
I tend this harbor made of smoke
No tower here but I still know
The beam burns where the lost ones go
The chain sings sharp with metallic bite
Like rigging singing through the night
No keeper's log no weather book
Just pixel storms and neon hook
I read the squall in every look
Neon rain on rusted spokes
I tend this harbor made of smoke
No tower here but I still know
The beam burns where the lost ones go
No tower stands on rocky shoal
Just circuitry and carbon coal
But every keeper knows the call
You burn until you burn through all
The dawn will bleed through wire mesh
And wash the chrome with watery flesh
But for this hour I hold the line
Where rain and neon intertwine
This alley's mine this light is mine
Neon rain on rusted spokes
I tend this harbor made of smoke
No tower here but I still know
The beam burns where the lost ones go
The beam burns where the lost ones go
The beam burns where the lost ones go
Alley lantern burning low
