Old cab rolls past the canyon rim
Heat waves rise the day grows dim
Silver needle catches light
Maps the mesa through the night
Driver tips his worn leather hat
Knows the road like a well kept cat
Silver compass steady true
Guides the mesa morning dew
Needle turns where shadows flee
Sunlit walls bend low to thee
Fare drops coins on cracked vinyl seat
Wind whistles low a desert beat
Compass spins then finds its north
Mesa glows a golden worth
Driver nods the route he knows
Stories settle where the cactus grows
Sun climbs high the shadows shrink
Compass needle holds the brink
Taxi meter ticks a steady rhyme
Minutes stretch on canyon time
Passenger stares at silver face
Dreams of roads in open space
Silver compass steady true
Guides the mesa morning dew
Needle turns where shadows flee
Sunlit walls bend low to thee
Needle trembles heat subsides
Canyon walls wear amber tides
Driver lights a cigarette
Smoke curls round the compass set
Night returns the compass rides
Night returns the mesa sleeps
Compass glints where twilight creeps
Driver parks beside the stone
Engine hums a low monotone
Farewell whispered to the sky
Compass watches never shy
Silver compass steady true
Guides the mesa morning dew
Needle turns where shadows flee
Sunlit walls bend low to thee
Silver compass steady true
Guides the mesa morning dew
Fade out on the desert view
Horizon swallows gold and blue
