Rain hammers the porch rail hard
Coffee's cold in the chipped blue jar
Sky turns bruised purple mean and wide
I sit heavy where the storm collides
Silver case got the grease-stain shine
Needle floats on the oil line
Don't need a map to know the way
I point true when the skies turn gray
North don't run for thunder loud
Needle stands tall and proud
Lightning splits the old porch beam
I still point to the same dream
Water sneaks beneath the glass
Watches the seconds slowly pass
Hinge screams loud like a grill at noon
But I'll be ready for the rising moon
North don't run for thunder loud
Needle stands tall and proud
Lightning splits the old porch beam
I still point to the same dream
Joe says luck is a lazy word
Regulars laugh never heard
Stuck ain't broken stuck is true
North waits patient for the crew
Dawn cracks open the eastern seam
Washes the porch in liquid steam
Glass catches fire gold and clean
Sharpest point you ever seen
Denim fingers close the lid
Warmth returns where the cold air hid
Boots hit the dust the engine roars
I'm riding shotgun through open doors
North don't run for thunder loud
Needle stands tall and proud
Lightning splits the old porch beam
I still point to the same dream
North don't run it points home now
Steel soul pounds like a kick drum
North don't run it points home now
Steel soul pounds like a kick drum