You sit there by the kitchen steam
The kettle wakes a heavy dream
A silver compass on the wood
Doing things no map ever could
The needle spins a crooked line
Like a driver chasing a sign
It hums a tune you used to know
Telling you exactly where to go
North is just a feeling in your hand
A shaking wire in a lonely land
Follow the hum of the silver light
Guide you home through the deepest night
The rain is hitting the window pane
The city streets are a rusted chain
You watch the dial drift to the west
A tired heart that can never rest
The needle spins a crooked line
Like a driver chasing a sign
It hums a tune you used to know
Telling you exactly where to go
North is just a feeling in your hand
A shaking wire in a lonely land
Follow the hum of the silver light
Guide you home through the deepest night
I drove a million miles of gray
Watching the daylight fade away
A man can lose his way in the fog
Like a ghost walking through a swampy bog
The tea is hot and the air is cold
A story that never quite gets told
Settle the debt and pay the fare
Find a peace that is finally there
North is just a feeling in your hand
A shaking wire in a lonely land
Follow the hum of the silver light
Guide you home through the deepest night
Put down the glass and shut the door
You don't have to wander anymore
The needle stops and the humming ends
This is where the broken highway bends
North is just a feeling in your hand
A shaking wire in a lonely land
Follow the hum of the silver light
Guide you home through the deepest night
Just follow the needle home.
Keep it steady now.
Steady now.
