The tower stairs are dust and rust
You keep the glass wiped clean and bright
The kettle spits a silver gust
You shine the beam on kitchen tile
Flashlight beam cuts through the steam
A lighthouse ray in domestic dream
You hold the dark right in your hand
The finest light on solid land
No foghorn shakes the window pane
The storm stays out beyond the glass
You count the links of anchor chain
In memories that never pass
Flashlight beam cuts through the steam
A lighthouse ray in domestic dream
You hold the dark right in your hand
The finest light on solid land
The battery hums a steady song
The reflector throws a sharp clean square
Where chocolate milk and toast belong
You find the peace you earned out there
The wind can howl around the eaves
The rain can hammer on the roof
You've weathered worse on angry seas
This quiet is the final proof
The dawn creeps in through curtain cracks
The beam grows pale on wooden floor
You click the switch and turn your back
The ocean doesn't call no more
Flashlight beam cuts through the steam
A lighthouse ray in domestic dream
You hold the dark right in your hand
The finest light on solid land
The lens goes back upon the shelf
Beside a jar of dried out tea
You keep the darkness to yourself
And sip the calm of retirement sea
Flashlight beam cuts through the steam
A lighthouse ray in domestic dream
You hold the dark right in your hand
The finest light on solid land
The finest light on solid land
Just steam and bulb and morning light
Just steam and bulb and morning light
