Cold wind bites the harbor wall
Salty spray and evening fall
I sit here in a leather grip
Watching every ferry trip
Silver needle pointing true
Underneath a velvet blue
Hold me tight and feel the spin
Where the city lights begin
Old fares pay for a steady ride
Turning with the rushing tide
I have seen the concrete gray
Wash the golden sun away
Glass and steel in a rigid line
Sooty smog and diesel brine
Pocket warmth in a shaking hand
Mapping out a lonely land
Silver needle pointing true
Underneath a velvet blue
Hold me tight and feel the spin
Where the city lights begin
Steel cables hum a heavy song
Wrong turns make the journey long
North is where the harbor ends
Where the broken shoreline bends
Satin glow on a polished face
Holding tight to a frantic pace
One last look at the water's edge
Standing on a granite ledge
Silver needle pointing true
Underneath a velvet blue
Hold me tight and feel the spin
Where the city lights begin
Just a needle in the dark
Looking for a tiny spark
Pointing North
Pointing North
