Whispering Pines

If you find me
In a gloom
Or catch me in a dream
Inside my lonely room
There is no in between
Whispering pines
Rising of the tide
If only one
Star shines
That’s just enough
To get inside

I will wait until
It all goes ‘round
With you in sight
The lost are found
Foghorn
Through the night

Calling out to sea
Protect my only light
‘Cause she once
Belonged to me
Let the waves rush in
Let the seagulls cry
For if I live again
These hopes
Will never die
I can feel you
Standing there
But I don’t see you
Anywhere

Standing by the well
Wishing for the rains
Reaching for the clouds
For nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze
When evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house
In the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it
All goes round
With you in sight
The lost are found