You need a little light in your life A safety net so you're not so blind Like hidden torches on the paper rounds of olds Your magazines so gently thumbed by landing lights When you were young As the radio would talk you off to sleep And though the arcades shine bright They don't have the glow of the city lights And 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 are are walking in the gaze Of the green eyed monster On the banks of waterloo And though 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 you're still alive, Sam Get out of this place Oh get out of this place Get out of this place While you're still alive, Sam And 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 And the city tonight does not feel as warm as those winter fires And it's good to be home From time to time