I trim the wick at midnight hour
Salt crusts the glass of the Fresnel power
The beam cuts through the heavy fog
Ships log their thanks in the captain's log
The screen is torn by desert wind
The projector hums where the reel pinned
Speaker posts stand like iron guards
Rust eats the wire leaving deep scars
Signal and static we keep the light
One watches waves one watches the night
Beam and reel they spin the same tale
Signal and static we never fail
I climb the stairs in keeper's coat
The logbook records each passing boat
The foghorn moans a low refrain
My hands are cracked from salt and rain
Signal and static we keep the light
One watches waves one watches the night
Beam and reel they spin the same tale
Signal and static we never fail
The lens rotates the reel turns round
Two lonely posts on hallowed ground
We feed the dark with electric grace
Until the dawn reclaims the place
The concession stand holds empty cans
Weeds push through cracks in the parking plans
The marquee letters spell a ghost
No tickets sold no host to host
I see your glow from the tower top
A fading pulse that will not stop
We're bound by duty bound by flame
Two different calls one single name
Signal and static we keep the light
One watches waves one watches the night
Beam and reel they spin the same tale
Signal and static we never fail
Signal and static we hold the line
Two beacons burning keeping time
