Every night, I light the light
For years and years I kept it bright
And I bore the fire thru the twilight
A lengthened wick, a burnished stick
A Shepard staff, a precious thing
A comfort and a warmth through the quiet
Fior many men it was a job but not for me the light was life
The light was sacred law
The lamps were gleaming like the Eyes of God
Then came the day where you welled up all the currents
Like mighty Poseiden, or better yet Zeus...
I'm the last lamplighter left alive
How could something like us ever survive?
When the future takes hold and the gears grinding on
and it puts us out
And whats left of life, but light and doubt?
Woe is me! Oh Industry!
Indescribale agony! The devil's machines it must be!
I've got a wife, i've got a son, his future has just begun
and funny how mines been undone.
I feel myself slowly shrink away,
like a fire comes and goes then fades away
as if lightning could new take its place
Galvanized and dehumanized, don't you realise what you've done?
I guess it's time to come to terms with the falling of the sun.
I'm the last lamplighter left alive
How could something like us ever survive?
When the future takes hold and the gears grinding on
and it puts us out
And whats left of life, but light and doubt?
credits
from Doing Well, I Hope,
released May 13, 2019
Lyrics, Accordion, Vox - Sam Inman
Piano, Keyboards - Max Griffey
Bass, Flute, Backups - Zoe Blackwell
Drums, Guitar, Backups - Michael Sauffer
Cello - Jon Silpayamanat
Mixing & Recording - Jon Driver