Gas pumps glow in violet haze
Tackle box on concrete gray
Rod leans quiet against the door
No catch today but I want more
I guard this crossroads neon crown
Where wheels turn up and engines down
No fish today just diesel sound
But light holds fast on sacred ground
Night clerk sleeps in vinyl chair
Coins sit stacked in the plasticware
I count the hours by passing beams
Driftwood dreams in gasoline streams
I guard this crossroads neon crown
Where wheels turn up and engines down
No fish today just diesel sound
But light holds fast on sacred ground
Hymnal breath fogs the window pane
Old alto lines in diesel rain
These choir ribs still know the shape
Of grace that waits beyond the cape
I guard this crossroads neon crown
Where wheels turn up and engines down
No fish today just diesel sound
But light holds fast on sacred ground
Dawn cracks slow on the asphalt skin
Big truckers grunt and let me in
Rod still rests while reel stays stilled
Neon crossroads fisherman fulfilled
I guard this crossroads neon crown
Where wheels turn up and engines down
No fish today just diesel sound
But light holds fast on sacred ground
And peace is finally truly found
Neon fades but vigil stays
Neon crossroads all my days
