Silver Needle (Vol. 5)

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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Meter running, night shift never ends Crossroads glowing where the highway bends Passenger left a compass here Silver casing, crystal clear Fares collected, stories unfold Rain washing asphalt, dirty gold Compass sits beneath the sign Neon baptism, yours and mine Silver needle, point me home Through the midnight, not alone Gas station glow, a beacon bright Compass holds the northern lights Wipers dancing, keeping steady beat Streetlights bleeding, pavement sweet Compass needle, frozen still Points toward dawn, against my will Silver needle, point me home Through the midnight, not alone Gas station glow, a beacon bright Compass holds the northern lights Old hands trembling on the wheel Thirty years of rubber, steel Every fare a story sealed Compass knows what I conceal Dawn breaking, painted pink and gold Engine cooling, night shift folded Compass handed to the kid Silver paid for what he did New fare climbing, wet umbrella Compass points where dreams propel her Neon flickers, day takes hold Silver needle, never old Silver needle, point me home Through the midnight, not alone Gas station glow, a beacon bright Compass holds the northern lights Engine humming, rain on glass Silver needle finds its path Home at last, home at last

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