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

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