Lighthouse keeper
you need a little light in your life,
the safety nets your not so blind.
Like the hidden torches on the paper rounds of old,
And magazines so gently thumbed by landing lights.
When you were young as the radio would talk talk you off to sleep.
Although the arcades shine brightt, they dont have the glow of the city lights
as they long to guide you home from time to time.
Neon lights and screaching times
swarm like moths to pier fires on the stretch about a mile from home.
It seems a million miles away as we were are walking in a gaze
of the green eyed monster in the banks of waterloo.
Although the arcades shine bright, they don’t have the glow of the city lights
and they long to guide you hom, you’ve got to
get out of this place, get out of this place,
get out of this place, while you’re still alive
Take some time then soon repress the thoughts of walks in dungeness
and the light house keeper as he keeps the boats at bay,
remembering this little light that shines in westcliff park drive,
a suburban light house when you need to feel safe.
The city tonight does not feel as warm as thouse winter fires
and it’s good to be home from time to time.
