Creative Direction: Mikey Lavi Animation: Grace Hartrick Photography: Patrick McCormack Lyrics: They’re turning your house into a parking lot One more outfitter store, that only the tourists want In the corner of town that just you and time forgot I’ll sit where your couch was, say go ahead and call the cops Feeding the flightless birds, on the pier Hoping you might return to the fog round here But I look out At the wreckage of you For as long as there’s light For as long as you last I curse ‘em all out When they fuck up your story I tell it the way that you told me You were born with a face made for a missing sign But you had something misplaced that you spent your life trying to find Still hear your name from some of the local guys Said they always placed you for the leavin’ type But I look out At the wreckage of you For as long as there’s light For as long as you last I curse ‘em all out When they fuck up your story I tell it the way that you told me I comb the lighthouse And hope you’re there in the morning Burnin’ your boat Back to the ocean Music video by Noah Kahan performing Lighthouse (Lyric Video).© 2026 Mercury Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc.