He cuts the cobalt blue and green
The sharpest edge he's ever seen
Below the concrete highway bridge
Along the rocky salt-spray ridge
He's painting colors in the gray
While all the traffic drives away
A piece of heaven in the rust
Turning diamonds into dust
His fingers shake from winter cold
The leaded solder takes a hold
He glues the shards of amber light
To keep the coastal wind in sight
He's painting colors in the gray
While all the traffic drives away
A piece of heaven in the rust
Turning diamonds into dust
The diesel fumes are thick and sweet
The blacktop burns beneath his feet
He builds a window for the blind
To leave the heavy road behind
He's painting colors in the gray
While all the traffic drives away
A piece of heaven in the rust
Turning diamonds into dust
The ocean salt eats through the frame
He doesn't even know his name
Just red and gold and deep sea blue
A broken world he's trying to glue
The choir hums a low refrain
A heavy prayer for summer rain
He bows his head to find the line
Between the wreckage and divine
The sunset hits the jagged glass
The silver cars begin to pass
He stands alone in weathered clothes
Where only salt and clover grows
He's painting colors in the gray
While all the traffic drives away
A piece of heaven in the rust
Turning diamonds into dust
Cobalt rust and amber light
Turning gold into the night
Mm-mm, mm-mm.
