Track Insight / Lyrics
You wake to dust on leather satchel straps
The compass needle shakes in morning gaps
Your boots still hold the gravel from the road
A thousand miles measured by your load
You count the steps past attic window light
The battered compass spins but finds the right
Each footfall writes a hymn the choir forgot
North pulls you onward, whether ready or not
The cello weeps beneath the banjo's clang
Your fingers trace the route the river rang
No parish bell calls matins in this town
Just footsteps counting up and counting down
You count the steps past attic window light
The battered compass spins but finds the right
Each footfall writes a hymn the choir forgot
North pulls you onward, whether ready or not
The package wraps in oilcloth, tied with twine
A letter folded sharp in diagonal line
The recipient won't know the cost you paid
Each mile a verse that memory has made
You count the steps past attic window light
The battered compass spins but finds the right
Each footfall writes a hymn the choir forgot
North pulls you onward, whether ready or not
The sun climbs higher on the wooden sill
Your shadow stretches long against the hill
The compass settles, needle finding true
Another dawn delivered straight to you
You count the steps past attic window light
The battered compass spins but finds the right
Each footfall writes a hymn the choir forgot
North pulls you onward, whether ready or not
The steps keep counting, counting, counting on
Till morning breaks and all the night is gone
Compass steps at dawn break
Compass steps at dawn break
