Click the switch I cut the night
Grease the lens I burn so bright
Watchman shuffles keys in hand
Greenhouse waits for my command
Cracked panes shiver in the beam
Spiderwebs catch the white routine
Tomatoes sleep through summer sun
Roots hold tight till morning comes
This is my Cracked Glass Gospel
Shining on the broken vessel
Every pane a story told
Warmth against the freezing cold
Condensation drips like sweat
On the leaves the watchman met
He checks the locks he checks the glass
Wonders how much time will pass
Cracked panes shiver in the beam
Spiderwebs catch the white routine
Tomatoes sleep through summer sun
Roots hold tight till morning comes
This is my Cracked Glass Gospel
Shining on the broken vessel
Every pane a story told
Warmth against the freezing cold
Flats of petunias gone to seed
Only weeds remain to feed
Potting shed burned down last July
Ashes float in my bright eye
I remember rows of glowing green
Best damn salad ever seen
Watchman walks his shadow long
Humming some old union song
Places gone but light stays on
Click the switch the night is gone
This is my Cracked Glass Gospel
Shining on the broken vessel
Every pane a story told
Warmth against the freezing cold
Dawn breaks pale across the ridge
Watchman crosses wooden bridge
He clicks me off the job is done
Another shift another run
This is my Cracked Glass Gospel
Shining on the broken vessel
Every pane a story told
Warmth against the freezing cold
Click the switch dark again friend