I trimmed the wick for thirty years
Through gale and fog and freezing tears
The Fresnel lens threw white arms wide
To guard the ships from rocky side
Twin suns burn the morning sky
The veranda shadows stretch and die
My lamp is cold my oil is dry
But I still watch the days go by
The gunslinger spurs don't jingle here
No canyon walls no dust to fear
He sips his bourbon straight and slow
While harmonicas breathe low
Twin suns burn the morning sky
The veranda shadows stretch and die
My lamp is cold my oil is dry
But I still watch the days go by
Salt still crusts these calloused hands
I know the tide I know the lands
But desert wind don't know my name
It plays a different kind of game
The logbook rots in brass-bound chest
No storms to chart no west to west
Just twin suns climbing brutal bare
And rocking chairs on dusty air
Twin suns burn the morning sky
The veranda shadows stretch and die
My lamp is cold my oil is dry
But I still watch the days go by
Mesquite smoke curls through the screen
The prettiest sunset I've ever seen
No foghorn moans no bell buoy tolls
Just quiet nights and restless souls
Twin suns burn the morning sky
The veranda shadows stretch and die
My lamp is cold my oil is dry
But I still watch the days go by
I'll die where no light sweeps the sea
But peace found me in Adobe
Two suns will set two suns will rise
Reflected in these cloudy eyes
Twin suns burn the morning sky
The veranda shadows stretch and die
My lamp is cold my oil is dry
But I still watch the days go by
Twin suns fade I keep the watch
Twin suns fade I keep the watch
