In the dusty morning
When the stars are yawning
And stretching and closing their eyes
I go alone out thinking and humming And sometimes just walking
With the sleepy dawning tide

The sand is cold
Sending shivers up my barefoot feet
The beach is as new
As a Christmas present just unwrapped
With no more footprints
Than a concrete street

And sometimes I stop
Like a slowly spinning lighthouse light
I try to pierce the dark
To see what’s out there in the night
But that’s all I ever see –
The night

A kind of empty quiet
All wet and warm
Like an old fisherman
Just puffing and waiting
And looking back
To see what will come
With the light

That’s when I stop humming
And start walking and start thinking
Maybe I know the reason for the night
And why the tide I go walking with works so hard
To leave the beach a clean slate
Before the light