Coffee burns the bottom of the pot
The morning air is thick and feeling hot
I wipe the counter with a greasy rag
The heavy wind begins to shake the flag
Silver needle spinning in the rain
Holding on to everything we gain
Guarding the porch while the thunder rolls
Two broken pieces making one whole
Wooden planks are soaking in the grey
The summer heat has finally gone away
You left your compass on the cedar rail
A tiny beacon in a winter gale
Silver needle spinning in the rain
Holding on to everything we gain
Guarding the porch while the thunder rolls
Two broken pieces making one whole
I flip the burgers on the flat top grill
The town is quiet and the street is still
The needle points to where you used to stand
A piece of metal in a shaking hand
The clouds are bruising like a purple skin
I open up the door and let them in
The metal shivers on the weathered wood
I'd stop the storm right now if only I could
Raindrops hitting like a hammer blow
The yellow streetlights start to softly glow
The compass keeps its promise to the floor
Watching the lock upon the kitchen door
Silver needle spinning in the rain
Holding on to everything we gain
Guarding the porch while the thunder rolls
Two broken pieces making one whole
I pour a double in a plastic cup
The midnight moon is finally waking up
The needle settles as the wind goes low
I watch the silver start to softly glow
Silver needle spinning in the rain
Holding on to everything we gain
Guarding the porch while the thunder rolls
Two broken pieces making one whole
Silver needle north.
Just a little north.
Wait for the light.
