I cut through the heavy grey
To find where the salt winds play
I scan every wooden plank
Beside the deep iron bank
I follow the watchman's hand
Across this cold coastal sand
I search for a straying shoe
Inside of a misty hue
I am the light on the pier
Bringing the far away near
Cutting the fog with a glow
Watching the dark water flow
I flicker on rusted rails
I catch all the ghost-white sails
I bounce off the harbor wall
Until the last sirens call
I am the light on the pier
Bringing the far away near
Cutting the fog with a glow
Watching the dark water flow
Glass lens and a copper wire
A small and a steady fire
Tearing the curtain apart
Beating like a metal heart
I spot a young runaway
Who came for the break of day
She holds up a plastic lens
Where the city skyline ends
She snaps a quick polaroid
Of a lonely seaside void
I freeze in her glossy frame
Without any face or name
I am the light on the pier
Bringing the far away near
Cutting the fog with a glow
Watching the dark water flow
Silver beam in the bay
Turning the midnight to grey
Silver beam, silver beam.
