Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease on my apron, coffee in a cup,
Wait for the sunrise, wait for the world up.
I hold a compass, silver and cold,
A heavy secret, a story untold.
Silver needle spinning in the heat,
Iron fire escape above the street.
Point me to the place where we both stood,
Back when the summer felt honest and good.
Slab of cold granite, salt on the plate,
Clock on the wall says it's getting too late.
I touch the metal, a scratch on the side,
A little piece of a long lonely ride.
Silver needle spinning in the heat,
Iron fire escape above the street.
Point me to the place where we both stood,
Back when the summer felt honest and good.
Dusk turns to purple, the asphalt is dry,
A single hawk circling a pale yellow sky.
Climb up the rusted red stairs to the top,
Where the noise of the city finally will stop.
Silver needle spinning in the heat,
Iron fire escape above the street.
Point me to the place where we both stood,
Back when the summer felt honest and good.
The needle settles, it locks on the west,
A heavy heart finally finding some rest.
I smell the rain on the warm city brick,
The memory hits me, sudden and quick.
Silver needle spinning in the heat,
Iron fire escape above the street.
Point me to the place where we both stood,
Back when the summer felt honest and good.
Just a silver needle.
North is where I go.
North is where I go.
