The low road

I stepped outside at night the surf was like a freight train as I was standing on the patio and all the while from inside I heard their laughter and I felt so whole box of birds, lost in time happy as a clam was I I´ll take the low road down the hill, to dark green, up the dam, where the tracks have been I´ll take the low road, the low road go past the light house, let the foghorn guide my feet, past the light house by the sea, when the sun sets down on me