Track Insight / Lyrics
Leather strap cuts deep on shoulder bone
Compass needle shakes in brass and chrome
Microfiche glow paints my tired face
Card catalog draws me to this place
North points down where the shelves breathe slow
Battered dial says there's more to know
Quiet basement holds the route I need
Compass in the stacks, my only lead
Meter clicks like rain on taxi roof
Fare cards stacked in decimal proof
I know every curb and one-way street
But this basement maze beats my concrete beat
Fluorescent hum replaces engine drone
Rubber heels on linoleum stone
Brass stamps sleep in wooden drawer beds
Dewey Decimal guides where my path leads
North points down where the shelves breathe slow
Battered dial says there's more to know
Quiet basement holds the route I need
Compass in the stacks, my only lead
Needle trembles near the reference desk
Thirty years I've driven, put skill to test
No fare to collect, no tip to earn
Just quiet truth where the shadows turn
Satchel rests on reading table top
Engine cools, the night shift takes a stop
True north found in Dewey's decimal grace
Passenger and driver, same tired face
North points down where the shelves breathe slow
Battered dial says there's more to know
Quiet basement holds the route I need
Compass in the stacks, my only lead
Compass in the stacks, my only lead
Needle settles, points to home
First snow falls on chrome and stone
