They're turning your house into a parking lot
One more outfitter store that only the tourists want
In the corner of town that just you and time forgot
I sit where your couch was, say: Go ahead and call the cops

Feeding the flightless birds on the pier
Hoping you might return to the fog 'round here

But I look out, at the wreckage of you
For as long as there's light, for as long as you last
I curse 'em all out, when they fuck up your story
I tell it the way that you told me

You were born with a face made for a missing sign
But you had something misplaced that you'd spend your life tryna find
I still hear your name from some of the local guys
Said they always placed you for the leaving type

But I look out, at the wreckage of you
For as long as there's light, for as long as you last
I curse 'em all out, when they fuck up your story
I tell it the way that you told me

I comb the lighthouse
And hope you're there in the morning
Burning your boat
Back to the ocean