Battered Compass, Steady Hand

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk / Anthemic Chorus Genre

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Grill spits grease at four a.m. Fog rolls thick on Herengracht Coffee steam clouds up the pan Courier leans on rusted latch Battered compass, steady hand Guarding bridge across the land Fog won't lift, but he won't run Night shift ends when morning comes Regulars laugh at short jokes Courier checks his battered compass Needle spins but never breaks Winter wind cuts through his canvas Battered compass, steady hand Guarding bridge across the land Fog won't lift, but he won't run Night shift ends when morning comes Yellow lamps paint water gold Bicycles lean on icy rails He waits for a signal, not sold Time moves slow as harbor sails My grill cools down, the eggs are done He tips his hat to rising sun Compass points where hearts belong Another night, another song Houseboats rock on black water Herring cart packs up for day Courier drops a copper quarter Walks off through the waking gray Battered compass, steady hand Guarding bridge across the land Fog won't lift, but he won't run Night shift ends when morning comes I wipe the counter, flip the sign Compass rests in leather deep Another shift, another line Promises the night will keep Battered compass, steady hand Guarding bridge across the land Fog won't lift, but he won't run Morning breaks, the night is done Coffee's cold, the compass spins Daylight wins where night begins

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