Rain slicks the concrete where you kneel now
Steam rises slow from the engine block
Fingers know each bolt by feel now
No manual reads like a ticking clock
You tune the dark at the crossroads station
Where headlights sweep and the lost ones wait
Nitrous breathes a sweet salvation
Turn the key and seal the fate
Crossroads gasoline don't wait
Taxi meters tick in your rearview
Fares paid in stories and cigarette smoke
You learned to read what the broken do
Before the dawn breaks the night's yoke
You tune the dark at the crossroads station
Where headlights sweep and the lost ones wait
Nitrous breathes a sweet salvation
Turn the key and seal the fate
Crossroads gasoline don't wait
Harmonium drones from the shop radio
Foot tambourine taps on the oil-stained floor
Gang claps rise when the pistons glow
Hope kicks hard behind the shop door
You tune the dark at the crossroads station
Where headlights sweep and the lost ones wait
Nitrous breathes a sweet salvation
Turn the key and seal the fate
Crossroads gasoline don't wait
Wrench drops silent on the cement
Thunder rolls in the exhaust note
Every mile you never went
Lives inside this throat you wrote
Engine sings what you won't
Morning paints the pumps in pale gold
Regulars pull up for their first fill
You wipe your hands on a rag so old
It remembers every hand that built
You tune the dark at the crossroads station
Where headlights sweep and the lost ones wait
Nitrous breathes a sweet salvation
Turn the key and seal the fate
Crossroads gasoline don't wait
Neon hums above the pump island
Your wrench rests warm on the manifold
