He plants a seed in salty grit
Where the coastal highway hits
Monarda blooms in wild red lines
Underneath the leaning pines
Cobalt glass and heavy clay
Watching summer slip away
Broken pieces on the floor
He don't want it anymore
He cuts the shards in jagged rings
While the salt air softly swings
Syllable counts in every row
Watching how the lilies grow
Cobalt glass and heavy clay
Watching summer slip away
Broken pieces on the floor
He don't want it anymore
He calls the ferns by Latin names
Playing all the garden games
The overpass is gray and cold
While the marigolds unfold
Cobalt glass and heavy clay
Watching summer slip away
Broken pieces on the floor
He don't want it anymore
Lead and solder, heat and light
Keeping out the coming night
Tending to the loam and root
Waiting for the ripened fruit
He paints the sky in sapphire blue
Making every angle true
Sifting soil between his palms
Singing low and steady psalms
Cobalt glass and heavy clay
Watching summer slip away
Broken pieces on the floor
He don't want it anymore
Cobalt glass and heavy clay
Just let the summer drift away
Sift the soil, let it stay
