Track Insight / Lyrics
In the city's steel frame architecture,
My compass slips from grasp again,
Drifting on coastal winds and concrete,
A silver needle lost in urban sprawl.
Dismounted from a weary traveler's hand,
Guiding touch resides on endless sand,
A relic in this concrete jungle's heart,
Seeking north, a lonely work of art.
Perhaps the rhythm of the highway's song
Will guide me on, across the night,
Where neon puddles shine like scattered stones,
And city streets keep pulsing light.
Compass drift, a journey unconfined,
Blown by breezes, every path intertwined.
From overpass high to city floor,
Where the anonymous thrive and adore,
In stoplights' dance and passing headlights,
I ride the tides of urban nights
Drifting, swept by unknown destinies,
Compass, compass, take me to the skies.
Through alleys dark, where shadows play,
Seeking shelter from the day,
I wander, following chance that way,
Where wind and rain have worn the gray.
Midnight sirens wail their lonely song,
As I seek out a stranger's glow
A friendly face in echoing halls,
Where hearts beat fast as city walls.
Perhaps the rhythm of the highway's song
Will guide me on, into the dawn,
Where neon puddles dry on concrete's skin,
And city streets fall into morning's kin.
Compass drift, a journey unconfined,
Blown by breezes, every path intertwined.
From overpass high to city floor,
Where the anonymous thrive and adore,
In stoplights' dance and passing headlights,
I ride the tides of urban nights
Drifting, swept by unknown destinies,
Compass, compass, take me to the skies.
In empty lots where trash is tossed,
And on the stairs of abandoned posts,
I find a beauty in the gritty grime,
A hidden charm in disarray's rhyme.
A fleeting glance from a passerby,
A whispered word, a knowing sigh,
A moment's thrill that I hold near,
A spark of life in urban fear.
Compass drift, a journey unconfined,
Blown by breezes, every path intertwined.
From overpass high to city floor,
Where the anonymous thrive and adore,
In stoplights' dance and passing headlights,
I ride the tides of urban nights
Drifting, swept by unknown destinies,
Compass, compass, take me to the skies.
And so I'll wander, night and day,
Through city streets in America's way,
Carried by the wind's wild, free flight,
As my compass drifts, a silver light.
