Grey salt air on a rusty rail
Tide is high and the wind is pale
Old boots clicking on a wooden floor
Watching ships by the harbor door
Keep the white beam spinning round
Safe and steady on the ground
Cut the mist with a heavy glare
Find the way through the salty air
Cold coffee in a plastic cup
Wait for the morning sun to wake up
Silver scales on a fishing net
A lonely coast that I can't forget
Keep the white beam spinning round
Safe and steady on the ground
Cut the mist with a heavy glare
Find the way through the salty air
Check the glass and the copper gear
Keep the warning signal clear
Heavy coats and a woolly hat
Watching where the shoreline sat
Keep the white beam spinning round
Safe and steady on the ground
Cut the mist with a heavy glare
Find the way through the salty air
Oil stains on a concrete wall
Listen for the distant foghorn call
Black water in the bay tonight
Searching for a guiding light
Steel beams shaking in the winter gale
Turning wheels when the vision fails
Turn the crank till the gears lock tight
Hold the line through the longest night
Empty crates by the ferry line
Tracing out a jagged shoreline sign
Old maps folded in a leather case
Looking for a familiar face
Keep the white beam spinning round
Safe and steady on the ground
Cut the mist with a heavy glare
Find the way through the salty air
Salty air
Keep the light
Fog on the pier