Track 11 of the album Kitchen Table Hymnal · 2022
The Lamp Still Knows Your Name
“A tower on the headland where the grey road ends, still burning for ships that no longer come. It is the loneliest song I have written.”
americana · lighthouse folk · melancholy americana · 3:54
Lyrics
There's a tower on the headland where the grey road ends Where the fog comes in like an old friend Nobody climbs the stairs now, the keeper's long gone But the lamp keeps turning, turning on The lamp still knows your name Through the salt and the wind and the rain Wherever you've been, however far you've strayed It sweeps the dark and waits for you to say I'm coming home, I'm coming home The lamp still knows your name I was seventeen when I left that town With a suitcase and a chip on my shoulder, and a sound Of the foghorn calling low behind the bus I swore I'd never look back, I didn't think it'd cost us The lamp still knows your name Through the salt and the wind and the rain Wherever you've been, however far you've strayed It sweeps the dark and waits for you to say I'm coming home, I'm coming home The lamp still knows your name Thirty years of motel rooms and neon signs None of them ever shone the way that light does Slow and steady, over the water, over the stones Saying you don't have to be anybody, just be home Now I'm standing on the rocks where the tide rolls in The beam goes past me, and it circles back again Like a hand held out in the dark, patient and kind Like somebody left a light on for me to find The lamp still knows your name Through the salt and the wind and the rain Wherever you've been, however far you've strayed It sweeps the dark and waits for you to say I'm coming home, I'm coming home The lamp still knows your name Turning, turning, slow and low The lamp still knows The lamp still knows