Coffee burns and the grill is hot
Working hard in this greasy spot
Clock is ticking a heavy beat
Salty air on a dead-end street
Up the stairs to the attic room
Far away from the kitchen fume
One small object on the wood
Doing things that it always should
Silver needle on a steady plane
Cutting through all the mental rain
Point me north where the cold wind blows
Where the secret of the distance goes
Silver casing and a scratched up face
Holding onto a distant place
Morning light hits the polished rim
While the city lights are growing dim
Up the stairs to the attic room
Far away from the kitchen fume
One small object on the wood
Doing things that it always should
Silver needle on a steady plane
Cutting through all the mental rain
Point me north where the cold wind blows
Where the secret of the distance goes
Old men talk by the counter side
Nowhere left for a soul to hide
Flip the burger and pour the brew
Thinking bout a direction new
Glass is clear and the line is straight
Stop the clock and I'll clear the plate
No more grease and no more black ink
Give me one more second to think
Silver needle on a steady plane
Cutting through all the mental rain
Point me north where the cold wind blows
Where the secret of the distance goes
Sun is climbing the attic wall
Answer now to the morning call
Pack the bag and I'll leave the key
Set the shaking compass needle free
Silver needle on a steady plane
Cutting through all the mental rain
Point me north where the cold wind blows
Where the secret of the distance goes
North star glass, let it spin
North star glass, let it begin
Point me north
Point me north
