Track Insight / Lyrics
You trudge through mud with leather satchel worn
The morning frost on Helianthus thorn
Your boots sink deep in loam and clay
The compass hums to start the day
You hold the battered compass rose
Where Urtica dioica grows
The needle trembles, points to home
Through Taraxacum's pale foam
The workshop roof leaks rust on Achillea leaves
You wipe the grime that evening conceives
The needle spins then settles slow
On Plantago's basal rosette row
You hold the battered compass rose
Where Urtica dioica grows
The needle trembles, points to home
Through Taraxacum's pale foam
Your grandfather carved this box from yew
Taxus baccata, dark and true
He swore it finds what roots desire
Not north, but water, not wind, but fire
You hold the battered compass rose
Where Urtica dioica grows
The needle trembles, points to home
Through Taraxacum's pale foam
The backyard wakes with chlorophyll sighs
As centroid shifts where shadow lies
You kneel in moss, Polytrichum green
The cleanest coordinates you've seen
No satellite, no grid, no glass
Just magnetic pulse through common grass
Poa annua bends to unseen force
You follow where the needle's course
The package delivered, seal unbroken
Words of thanks, a token spoken
You pocket compass, wipe the dial
Watch Stellaria media trail
You hold the battered compass rose
Where Urtica dioica grows
The needle trembles, points to home
Through Taraxacum's pale foam
The needle rests on clover bloom
Trifolium repens, guiding home
Roots hold fast where you now roam
