She came in through the window, over the skyline
Said, "Babe, why don't we go outside to soak in the sunlight?"
We checked out at the lobby, cold in the hallway
Went out by the balcony to see folks on their way
I hadn't seen sky in nineteen days
She's my lighthouse, she's my lighthouse
And she's truer than the northern star and bright as day
She dispels the illusions and casts her own magic
She excels at the elusive art of transforming the tragic
If her love is a floodlight, mine is a mirror
There's a lens in the twilight through which to witness her clearer
And cherish her dearer
She's my lighthouse, she's my lighthouse
And she's truer than the northern star and bright as day
Now when I'm at the point where I can't take much more
She comes streaming in on sunbeams, my lighthouse on the shore
And when I'm getting tired of life out on the bay
She comes back again and troubles in this world just melt away
So, as long as the sailor is blinded and starless
There's a spire on the shoreline illuminating the darkness
I've been cold, I've been distant, and I am astounded
It's been met with resistance, and beauty and light that's unbounded
And look where I've found it
She's my lighthouse, she's my lighthouse
And she's truer than the northern star and bright as day
Now when I'm at the point where I can't take much more
She comes streaming in on sunbeams, my lighthouse on the shore
And when I'm getting tired of life out on the bay
She comes back and troubles in this world just melt away
Somewhere beyond the sea, she's there waiting for me