The lighthouse is open the storm's been exposed to the sea I called the cab ride over to rescue me The lines at the station cast shadows like a Michigan stream And I saw the day break between the telephone lines and the street Hold your hands out 'till the traffic has stopped And I'll take the road that leads to your heart The gaslight is blinking a souvenir picture of you
I'm inside a bubble you're inside a bubble too The night finds itself in the arms of the morning air and you're waking up now from the curves in the road again Hold your hands out 'till the traffic has stopped And I'll take the road that leads to your heart And all that you've found all that you keep Is waiting for me 'till I fall asleep