Lyrics

Racing again on the open road,
full tank of gas and a heavy load
I’m a modern day Marco Polo,
with Michelin tires and a steel-string dobro

Coasting along by the Oceanside,
I’m a traveling troubador
Looking high and I’m looking low
Searching for your sweet yellow glow

Lighthouse lantern
The only thing that will let me see

Pulling up again on a sea-side town
Fisherman dropping his anchor down
Jonathon Livingston Seagull song
From Vina Del mar, all the way to Hong Kong

Calling on down to the quarter deck
Mariners trekking on out again
Sea captain calling out, “all aboard”
But I’m already far from my beat-up Ford

Lighthouse lantern
The only thing that will let me see