(Verse 1)
Out where the roads cross under twilight skies,
I strummed my last tune under fading lights.
Lost were the songs, like whispers in the breeze,
Till Whimsy’s found me, brought me to my knees.
[Verse 2]
A quaint little shop where time softly blurs,
Walls lined with wonders and oddities aglow.
A keeper shrouded in wisdom, poise, and grace,
Hands me a compass, with a knowing embrace.
(Chorus)
Oh, compass of crossroads, spin your golden hand,
Lead me where my music lands.
In crowded places or where the lonely roam,
Play my songs, and make hearts feel at home.
[Bridge]
Through valleys below, or over peaks so high,
The compass leads, under any sky.
It’s not just roads this compass knows,
But where the soul of music flows.
[Verse 3]
So here I play, where the crossroads meet,
Every note a seed, and each chord a treat.
Guitar in hand and this compass so neat,
I’ll sing my stories, let them unfold and greet.
[Chorus/Outro]
Oh, compass of crossroads, spin your golden hand,
Lead me where my music lands.
Till the stars fade out and the sun does rise,
I’ll play my heart out under these open skies.