Whispering Pines - The Band, Bob Clearmountain

If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream

Inside my lonely room, there is no in between

Whispering pines, rising of the tide

If only one star shines

That’s just enough to get inside

I will wait until it all goes 'round

With you in sight, the lost are found

Foghorn through the night, calling out to sea

Protect my only light, cause she once belonged to me

Let the waves rush in, let the seagulls cry

For if I live again, these hopes will never die

I can feel you standing there

But I don’t see you anywhere

Standing by the well, wishing for the rains

Reaching to the clouds, for nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done

Try looking through a haze

At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun

I will wait until it all goes 'round

With you in sight, the lost are found