You need a little light in your life,

a safety net so you're not so blind.

Like hidden torches in the paper rounds of old,

And magazines so gently thumbed by landing lights.

When you were young as the radio would talk you off to sleep.

Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights

as they long to guide you home from time to time.

Neon lights and screaching times

swarm like moths to pier fires on the stretch about a mile from home.

It seems a millon miles away as we were are walking in the gaze

of the green eyed monster on the banks of waterloo



Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights

and they long to guide you home, you've got to



get out of this place, get out of this place,

get out of this place, while your still alive Sam

get out of this place, get out of this place,

get out of this place, while your still alive Sam



Take some time then soon repress the thoughts of walks in dungeness

and the lighthouse keeper as he keeps the boats at bay,

remembering this little light that shines in westcliff park Drive,

a suburban lighthouse when you need to feel safe.

The city tonight does not feel as warm as those winter fires

and its good to be home from time to time