Where is the keeper, who tends the light?
Where are the eyes, that search in the night?
Out on the waters on a stormy night.
A sailor is looking for the welcoming light.

The ship is foundering, there's no hope in sight.
Where is the keeper, who tends the light?
No helping hand to throw a rope.
Their lives are in danger, there is no hope.

No hand to help them, in their hour of need.
Just a light shining brightly, that pays no heed.
The cries for help will be lost in the storm.
The light keeps shining from dark to dawn.

The spirit is gone, no keeper anymore.
The light is standing, an empty core.
The keeper is gone, on this lonely shore.
The spirit is gone, forever more.

For this is called progress and efficiency,
And the cries for help in this emergency,
Will fall on deaf ears, and eyes that don't see.

The light is a robot, and cannot reply.
The sailor is lost, and now he will die.
For the lives that are lost forever more.
Who in the end will tally the score?

Go knock on the door, there's no one home.
Your calls will be echoes in the empty core.