Old salt eyes on a new green hill
Tractors stop and the air gets still
Iron frames and the diesel heat
Dusty boots on a gravel street
The sky turns a deep purple hue
A different world coming into view
Watch the golden grid start to light
Turning the dusk into a night
One warm lamp on a wooden post
The kind of glow that I love the most
Fresh cut hay in the wagon bed
Copper wires over every head
New paint drying on the corner store
Opening up a heavy oak door
The sky turns a deep purple hue
A different world coming into view
Watch the golden grid start to light
Turning the dusk into a night
One warm lamp on a wooden post
The kind of glow that I love the most
No more salt and no crashing foam
Just a place to call a quiet home
Fence lines running in a perfect row
Watching the steady amber current flow
Watch the golden grid start to light
Turning the dusk into a night
One warm lamp on a wooden post
The kind of glow that I love the most
I used to guide the ships through the haze
Now I count these electric days
Steady beams on the valley floor
I don't miss the ocean anymore
Watch the golden grid start to light
Turning the dusk into a night
One warm lamp on a wooden post
The kind of glow that I love the most
Step by step the settlement grows
Where the river of yellow light flows
Click of a switch and the dark is gone
Waiting for a brand new summer dawn
Watch the golden grid start to light
Turning the dusk into a night
One warm lamp on a wooden post
The kind of glow that I love the most
Keep the lamps burning bright
Keep the valley in sight
