I drove the fog through the city line
Counting the fares and the passing time
I seen the street where the pavement glows
I know the way that the cold wind blows
Now I just watch from a wooden pier
The saltwater mist makes the vision clear
I cut the glass into ruby red
While all the city goes home to bed
Colored glass in a bay of grey
Holding the light of a dying day
Rubies and gold in a heavy frame
Burning a hole in a winter rain
The ferry boat hums a low steady sound
The heavy iron is tethered and bound
I weld the lead with a steady hand
The loneliest man in a coastal land
Colored glass in a bay of grey
Holding the light of a dying day
Rubies and gold in a heavy frame
Burning a hole in a winter rain
A driver knows when the road is wrong
A singer knows when to hold the song
I trade the wheel for a soldering wire
Feeding the glow of a hidden fire
The mist is a blanket that hides the shore
I don't need to chase after money no more
The cobalt blue is a deep ocean hue
The only thing left that is honest and true
Old proverbs say that the tide will turn
Some lessons are easy and some we must burn
I wrap up the lead and I set down the tool
The bay is a mirror for a weathered fool
Colored glass in a bay of grey
Holding the light of a dying day
Rubies and gold in a heavy frame
Burning a hole in a winter rain
Just a bit of red in the grey.
Yeah, just a bit of red.
(Foot-thump fade)
