Darkhouse - Spirit of the West

The lighthouse winks across the water

Blue-white streamers;

a beacon of light

Standing empty, whitewashed tower

Where progress and man pass like ships in the night

We’re watching the right hand

Not watching the left hand

Soon we’ll be watching the world turn

With no hands at all

We’re really amazing

This trail we are blazing

Burning the bridge between our rise and fall…

A weathered old man, tending the flame

Lit a big fire for the child in me

Salty dog in a shoreline castle--

Being replaced by a chip in the sea

We’re watching the right hand

Not watching the left hand

Soon we’ll be watching the world turn

With no hands at all

We’re really amazing

This trail we are blazing

Burning the bridge between our rise and fall…

We used to dig!

lift!

heave!

Now it has turned to it

Programs!

computes!

But hardly understands…

A wave of progress is rising and rising

Rising over this figure of our history

Washing away years of tradition

A life and love buried at sea

Set adrift among the neon and fast food

Countless forms and manpower cues

A castaway on a push button planet

Where progress is measured by how much you lose

We’re watching the right hand

Not watching the left hand

Soon we’ll be watching the world turn

With no hands at all

We’re really amazing

This trail we are blazing

Burning the bridge between our rise and fall…