Forty years on a vinyl seat
Watching oil stains on every street
I know the turns and the hidden lanes
The way the city breaks its chains
Salt air bites the rusted rail
Wind is ripping through the sail
Hold the metal in your grip
Feel the heavy anchor slip
Silver compass humming low
Telling me which way to go
Salty air and harbor breeze
Bringing all my fears to knees
The pier is shaking under my boot
A weathered man with a deeper root
I trade my fares for a piece of brass
Watching all the heavy tankers pass
Salt air bites the rusted rail
Wind is ripping through the sail
Hold the metal in your grip
Feel the heavy anchor slip
Silver compass humming low
Telling me which way to go
Salty air and harbor breeze
Bringing all my fears to knees
My meter's running but the road is gone
I'll drive this feeling until the dawn
No more passengers in the back today
Just a silver needle pointing the way
Steel and water, grey and deep
Promises a driver has to keep
Turn the dial and lock the door
I don't need the city anymore
Silver compass humming low
Telling me which way to go
Salty air and harbor breeze
Bringing all my fears to knees
The harbor lights are a fading blur
The engine gives a steady purr
I'll leave the map on the dashboard floor
And find a place with an open door
Silver compass humming low
Telling me which way to go
Salty air and harbor breeze
Bringing all my fears to knees
North is where the water ends.
Silver star, my only friend.
