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 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 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 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

Burnin' your boat

Back to the ocean.