There was a storm last nightnBlew away wrong and rightnWatching the waves crash downn.nnNow our words like boatsnEither they sink or floatnAre they designed like thatnCan't they come backnnLast night I was a lighthousenOnly needing to keep you therenLike a lonesome shadow searchingnLike a sea fog in the airnI'll keep you therennCalled on my radionFrequency dipped belownAudible levelsnSo I sat in my wet clothesnnKeeping the wicks trimmed and litnAfter the storm had hitnI turned on my light nBut it couldn't find you