Meter stopped at three a.m.
Compass needle hums again
Arizona wears its skin
Silver sings where roads begin
Silver needle points the way
Through the dark and through the day
Humming low on leather seat
Guiding wheels on burning street
CB crackles static code
Driver laughs and shifts the load
Saguaro stands in midnight blue
Compass hums a circle true
Silver needle points the way
Through the dark and through the day
Humming low on leather seat
Guiding wheels on burning street
Coffee cold in chipped white cup
Mile markers eaten up
Saguaro arms hold up the sky
Needle hums a lullaby
Monsoon clouds gather east
Radio sings of ancient feast
Steel bird flies on asphalt wing
Compass knows the song we sing
Passenger sleeps on vinyl back
Dreams of roads that never crack
Driver watches needle glow
Steady hands know where to go
Silver needle points the way
Through the dark and through the day
Humming low on leather seat
Guiding wheels on burning street
Dawn paints gold on mesa stone
Wheels keep turning toward the known
Silver needle rests at last
Journey done and light held fast
Silver needle points the way
Through the dark and through the day
Humming low on leather seat
Guiding wheels on burning street
True north found in desert heat
Engine sighs on cooling sand
Compass quiet in my hand