Old copper bird on a rusted pole
Watching the highway take its toll
Next to the pumps and the diesel smell
A lonely story it likes to tell
Copper weather vane in the neon glow
Pointing to places we can't ever go
Copper weather vane turning in the breeze
Shaking the spirit and rattling the knees
Green on the wings where the rain hit hard
Standing out here in the gravel yard
Gas station coffee and a plastic tray
Counting the hours of a wasted day
Copper weather vane in the neon glow
Pointing to places we can't ever go
Copper weather vane turning in the breeze
Shaking the spirit and rattling the knees
Chrome on the fender of a rusted truck
Waiting for luck or a sudden buck
North for the city and South for the heat
Treading the oil on a dead-end street
Copper weather vane in the neon glow
Pointing to places we can't ever go
Copper weather vane turning in the breeze
Shaking the spirit and rattling the knees
The humming light of a humming sign
Cutting the midnight in a jagged line
Screwing the bolts till the metal screams
Tearing the fabric of low-budget dreams
Squeaking on the hinge with a heavy sound
Feet never touching the frozen ground
Spinning in a circle till the world goes blur
Waking up a memory that used to purr
Cold wind is biting at the copper skin
Waiting for the morning to finally begin
A little bit of salt and a little bit of grit
Watching the candle as the fuses hit
Copper weather vane in the neon glow
Pointing to places we can't ever go
Copper weather vane turning in the breeze
Shaking the spirit and rattling the knees
Spin it round now
Just spin it round
Copper weather vane
Spin it round
