You wipe the grime from the gauge glass clean
Diesel scent thick where the pumps have been
Your fingers trace where the metal's worn
A thousand flights since the day you were born
The station glows like a lighthouse beam
Cutting through mist on a wandering stream
No passengers wait on the cracked concrete
Just you and the machine and the quiet street
Crossroads pilot checks the thrusters now
Neon reflects on your furrowed brow
One drop rhythm in the chest you carry
Midnight wanderer steady and wary
Hammond drone spins from the shop radio
Brass murmurs low where the shadows go
You tighten the bolt with a practiced hand
Reading the sky like a map of land
Crossroads pilot checks the thrusters now
Neon reflects on your furrowed brow
One drop rhythm in the chest you carry
Midnight wanderer steady and wary
Rain writes its script on the windshield pane
Each drop a mile on a skyward chain
The organ swells on a minor chord
You laugh soft you've flown harder storms
Coffee steams in a chipped enamel cup
You sip the dark while the brass lifts up
The meter reads zero no fare to collect
Just sky in your bones and a dream intact
Dawn bleeds pale on the eastern rim
The station lights dim as you swallow the hymn
Thrusters hot the gauge holds true
One drop heartbeat sees you through
Crossroads pilot checks the thrusters now
Neon reflects on your furrowed brow
One drop rhythm in the chest you carry
Midnight wanderer steady and wary
Wheels kiss the sky where the clouds unwind
Crossroads pilot leaves the world behind
