Lighthouse Song from the meadows by the meadows

Lighthouse Song (Jeff)

I’m a little bit confused—why here?
It’s the last place I would look

And I’m a little bit amused, my dear,
that you still read me like a book

The lighthouse is nearing, the wheelhouse keeps steering

And they’re a little bit bemused,
but we're all wearing a disguise

And though you feel a bit abused again,
you’re a sight for sorry eyes

The lanterns are burning, the phantom’s returning
A sad moon is waning, no time for explaining

Down the rabbit hole again, we don’t know which way to run.
But we’ll come out the other end.

I hope that they’ll make it, she’ll fix it — he’ll break it.
I’m a little bit amused, my dear -
can you still read me like a book?

The lighthouse seems nearer the picture comes clearer

• Acoustic
• canyon
• dark
• folkpunk
• melancholy
• narrative
• Minneapolis