Noah Kahan - Lighthouse

Noah Kahan - Lighthouse 

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’ll 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 f--- 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 spent your life trying to find
Still hear your name from some of the local guys
Said they always placed you for the leavin’ 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 f--- up your story
I tell it the way that you told me


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