You turn on a rusted pin
Asphalt teeth grind deep within
The desert swallows engine sound
You stand the only thing not bound
Spun copper in the wind
Sundown paints your verdigris
The telephone wires hum their hymn
No choir left to hold the note
Just you and dust inside your throat
Spun copper in the wind
You point where the four lanes divide
Nowhere left for you to hide
The saints all sang in minor keys
You're the only prayer she sees
Spun copper spin on
Heat rises in a shimmer wall
You don't answer when they call
The semi trucks blow past like breath
You measure life in dust and death
Spun copper in the wind
You point where the four lanes divide
Nowhere left for you to hide
The saints all sang in minor keys
You're the only prayer she sees
Spun copper spin on
Altos hum in empty pews
The organ's gone the roof leaked through
But you still catch the morning light
A brass Amen against the night
Spun copper hold on
The tourists stop and snap your frame
Don't know the seasons carved your name
Monsoon seasons drought and fire
You're the spire that won't retire
Spun copper in the wind
Your arrow bears the bullet scars
From target practice passing cars
True north lives in bent brass bones
A compass built from grit and groans
Spun copper in the wind
You point where the four lanes divide
Nowhere left for you to hide
The saints all sang in minor keys
You're the only prayer she sees
Spun copper spin on
Spun copper spin on
The highway hums your melody
Spun copper wild and free
