You step out on the rotting pine
The air tastes like a salty brine
The wind rips through your cotton shirt
Your boots are caked in shoreline dirt
The sky turns black as coffee beans
The wildest sight you've ever seen
The thunder rolls a heavy sound
That shakes the very frozen ground
Hold the light against the grey
Watch the shoreline wash away
Salty skin and rusted steel
This is all you have to feel
You lean against the peeling rail
The clouds are thick and ghostly pale
The rain hits hard like iron nails
The wind is ripping through the sails
The sky turns black as coffee beans
The wildest sight you've ever seen
The thunder rolls a heavy sound
That shakes the very frozen ground
Hold the light against the grey
Watch the shoreline wash away
Salty skin and rusted steel
This is all you have to feel
The lantern glass is cracked and old
The night is damp and biting cold
You smell the oil and burning wick
The heavy air is humid thick
You remember how the current pulls
The screaming of the circling gulls
A single spark in a wall of black
A lonely road that leads you back
Hold the light against the grey
Watch the shoreline wash away
Salty skin and rusted steel
This is all you have to feel
The storm descends with one last roar
You stand alone upon the shore
The wooden porch begins to sway
Until the darkness turns to grey
Hold the light against the grey
Watch the shoreline wash away
Salty skin and rusted steel
This is all you have to feel
Just salt and rust.
Keep the light on.
Yeah, keep it on.
