[Intro] [Gusting crosswind, neon tube buzz, cowbell alone counting] [Pitched down whisper] Two thousand one Two thousand two Wind from the west [Verse 1] [Pitched down formant rap, low gritty warm, half time 808, breath audible] Wind comes off the river at a hard cold slant Push me off my line if I let it, and I can't So I lean into the weather, aim a little to the right That's the only way to walk a straight line in the night Point one way, move another, that's the way the crosswind goes Heading ain't the course and that's something every sailor knows Blue neon on the pawn row, Borrowed Time in the rain Known that sign for twenty years, it's my north again [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Point left, go right Wind cuts the night Point left, go right Neon so bright Point left, go right Nothing in sight [Verse 2] [Pitched down formant rap, vinyl scratch every fourth bar] But Borrowed Time is burning on the wrong side of the street Two blocks off from where it hung and the rain goes quiet at my feet Coil can't see me anymore so they're lying to my map Moved the one light I was trusting just to walk me in a trap Six in the alley and they're blind the same as me But I been blind two thousand steps and they been blind for three Rip the neon off the wall and put it through the first one's chest (One) Blue light glowing from the inside, then I count the rest [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Point left, go right Wind cuts the night Point left, go right Neon so bright Point left, go right Nothing in sight [Bridge] [All drums out, crosswind and cowbell alone, neon sparking out] [Pitched down whisper, breath audible] Heading two seventy Course unknown Can't trust a light no more [Verse 3] [Faster rap, sixteenth note flow, stop and start with tape halts] Now I don't trust a sign, I don't trust a lamp or a star If they moved the one I loved, they could move you where you are Only thing I got is the count and the wind on my face Every step a little guess and the guesses stack in place Five of them in pieces and the sixth one crawling slow Opened up the way I opened every Coil I used to know Hundred forty stories and the ward is somewhere down Point left to travel right and I'm walking into town [Final Hook] [Harder drop, full saturation, all elements in] Point left, go right Wind cuts the night Point left, go right Neon so bright Point left, go right Halver tonight [Outro] [Crosswind, cowbell alone counting, neon buzz dying] [Pitched down whisper] Step four thousand Heading unsure Still counting
