Grease on my face from the grill's hot kiss
Coffee black as the river's abyss
Courier boots tap a slow steady beat
I ride in his pocket warm by the heat
Needle finds the bridge light gold
North bends where the span takes hold
Mist rises but the steel stays true
I point the way for me and you
Leather strap worn thin by years of rain
Salt crust maps where the sweat has stained
He checks my face at every sharp turn
Trusts the shake for which way to learn
Needle finds the bridge light gold
North bends where the span takes hold
Mist rises but the steel stays true
I point the way for me and you
Diner sign hums a low blue tune
Eggs flip slow beneath a waking moon
Regulars grunt they know my name well
I'm the compass who watches the swell
The river keeps its ancient secrets deep
While I just watch the promises we keep
No map can show the way the light behaves
Only the needle knows the path it craves
Dawn breaks pale on the steel cables high
Paint peels off where the gulls drop and cry
Courier sighs shifts the pack on his back
Another mile on the same worn track
Needle finds the bridge light gold
North bends where the span takes hold
Mist rises but the steel stays true
I point the way for me and you
Sun climbs up warms the glass on my face
Golden light paints the cables with grace
Summer memories rise from cold water
I hold true north for sons and daughters
Needle finds the bridge light gold
North bends where the span takes hold
Mist rises but the steel stays true
I point the way for me and you
Needle and the span stay true
Steel sleeps in the warm sun light
North rests where the bridge holds tight
