I lean on a rusted roof beam
Watching the parking lot gleam
Green paint peeling off the wall
Waiting for the midnight call
Spinning in a circle of gold
Watching every story unfold
Turning with the wind and the heat
Above the humming concrete street
A blue sedan slides to a stop
The vending machine gives a pop
A girl with a lens in her hand
Mapping out this lonely land
Spinning in a circle of gold
Watching every story unfold
Turning with the wind and the heat
Above the humming concrete street
I see the headlights cut the dark
A stray dog chasing a spark
Cold metal shaking in the breeze
While the midnight air starts to freeze
Spinning in a circle of gold
Watching every story unfold
Turning with the wind and the heat
Above the humming concrete street
North is a promise of home
South is a road where I roam
West is a salt-heavy spray
East is a brand new day
She takes a shot of the sign
A jagged and shimmering line
The engine starts with a roar
She doesn't look back anymore
Spinning in a circle of gold
Watching every story unfold
Turning with the wind and the heat
Above the humming concrete street
Copper eye, spinning high
Underneath a velvet sky
Spinning high
Spinning high