I am bolted to the pine.
Counting every silver line.
Moss is hanging from the tree.
Salty air is calling me.
I hold the glow for every ghost.
The lonely light upon the coast.
Turn the dial and keep it bright.
Guiding home the bayou night.
Cicadas scream a steady chord.
Sinking deep inside the board.
Water laps against the pier.
Bringing every wanderer near.
I hold the glow for every ghost.
The lonely light upon the coast.
Turn the dial and keep it bright.
Guiding home the bayou night.
Copper wires and rusted nails.
Watching for the distant sails.
Spanish lace upon the bough.
Waiting for the evening vow.
I hold the glow for every ghost.
The lonely light upon the coast.
Turn the dial and keep it bright.
Guiding home the bayou night.
Cypress knees are stabbing deep.
While the sleepy gators keep.
Steady watch on muddy floors.
Opening the wooden doors.
Glass is warm against the breeze.
Swaying with the willow trees.
One spark in the heavy haze.
Lighting up the hidden ways.
Oil is thick and black as ink.
Watching as the sun will sink.
Golden honey on the rail.
Telling every traveler's tale.
I hold the glow for every ghost.
The lonely light upon the coast.
Turn the dial and keep it bright.
Guiding home the bayou night.
Yellow gold and heavy heat.
Low tide humming on the street.
