I kept the lamp for forty years
I wiped away the salt and tears
The white tower stood against the blue
I watched the tide and waited too
Now the cars rush overhead
While the evening sky turns red
I find a spot beneath the beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Salty air and concrete gray
Watch the traffic drift away
Humming tunes of rolling deep
While the city falls asleep
My boots are worn and laced with grit
I found a ledge where I could sit
The highway hums a steady drone
A different wind I've never known
Now the cars rush overhead
While the evening sky turns red
I find a spot beneath the beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Salty air and concrete gray
Watch the traffic drift away
Humming tunes of rolling deep
While the city falls asleep
You stopped your car to check the map
A sudden pause a quiet gap
You smiled at me with tired eyes
Underneath the coastal skies
Salty air and concrete gray
Watch the traffic drift away
Humming tunes of rolling deep
While the city falls asleep
I told you how the currents pull
When the winter moon is full
You listened to the stories told
Of silver scales and sunken gold
Salty air and concrete gray
Watch the traffic drift away
Humming tunes of rolling deep
While the city falls asleep
Just a hum beneath the road.
Light the lamp.
Home at last.