Morning bus kicks up gray spray
I count the faces pressed to glass
A girl with film catches the day
Her shutter snaps the moment passed
Wind reads the map I cannot hold
Coast road curves past my copper crown
Stories rise where the asphalt rolls
I spin them down I spin them down
Copper overpass you turn without a sound
Salt eats your arrows years grind them down
Every runaway kid knows where you're found
Spinning quiet above the coastal town
Midday sun bleaches the green sign
Tourists stop for the ocean view
They miss the salt in my copper line
And gulls that scream the whole day through
Wind reads the map I cannot hold
Coast road curves past my copper crown
Stories rise where the asphalt rolls
I spin them down I spin them down
Copper overpass you turn without a sound
Salt eats your arrows years grind them down
Every runaway kid knows where you're found
Spinning quiet above the coastal town
Dusk paints the highway in bruised light
A boy runs past with a stolen pack
He pauses where the guardrails bite
One photo snapped no turning back
I've watched a thousand engines leave
Seen tail lights bleed to ruby red
No postcard shows the grief I keep
Just copper turning overhead
Copper overpass you turn without a sound
Salt eats your arrows years grind them down
Every runaway kid knows where you're found
Spinning quiet above the coastal town
Night drops heavy on the shoulder stone
Headlights sweep my frozen arc
I track the miles they call their own
A silent witness in the dark
Copper overpass you turn without a sound
Salt eats your arrows years grind them down
Every runaway kid knows where you're found
Spinning quiet above the coastal town
Spinning quiet above the coastal town
Just copper and salt wind
Keep on spinning spinning