You climb the stair with tool belt heavy
The arcade hums below the street
Your fingers trace the copper wire
Where synthesizer and salt air meet
Quarter light spins on the glass
You fix the line and watch it pass
The keeper's lamp and pixel glow
Both guide the lost where currents flow
The cabinet screams eight-bit rain
You strip the sheath with calloused thumb
A storm of chords bursts through the vein
Where ocean rhythm becomes drum
Quarter light spins on the glass
You fix the line and watch it pass
The keeper's lamp and pixel glow
Both guide the lost where currents flow
The screen reflects in oil-stained glass
A joystick nods like buoy at sea
You solder joint and watch it pass
The light that brings the lost home free
Quarter light spins on the glass
You fix the line and watch it pass
The keeper's lamp and pixel glow
Both guide the lost where currents flow
Now morning breaks on copper shore
The arcade sleeps in cooler dark
You hang your pliers, task is o'er
Two keepers share a single spark
Quarter light spins on the glass
You fix the line and watch it pass
The keeper's lamp and pixel glow
Both guide the lost where currents flow
Quarter light, you guide us home
The lamp still swings above the door
You coil the wire, shore to shore
