Take a walk up Lighthouse Road
Where the first sun spills gold over indigo
We stand your hand in pocket
The stillness in knowing
(Now begin)
All the days of the week
(Breathe out, breathe in)
All the days of the week to come
(Will greet us)
A place to stay
(Weathering)
Winding our way through all the days
Father, throw the line out
Teach me how to wait
Hands that know wood and oil
Hands that hold
Can we take the boat out tomorrow
All the days of pages long forgotten
The error of our ways
All the lovely and the lasting
Winding our way through
Running for the sand dunes in our Sunday best
Let's roll down the steeper side
Let's roll down the steeper side
Let's roll down