Cold glass glows in the midnight oil
Rooted deep in the sandy soil
Red gas pumps in a row of three
Waiting for a stray soul to see
Like a bloom of a night-shade vine
Buzzing low on a rusted line
He stands tall in the desert haze
Counting down all the lonely days
Oh the Electric Bloom is bright
Burning gold through the velvet night
Calling out to the open road
Carrying a heavy load
Silver chrome on a passing door
Searching for a little more
He flickers like a dying leaf
Holding on to a hidden grief
Oh the Electric Bloom is bright
Burning gold through the velvet night
Calling out to the open road
Carrying a heavy load
Prunus serotina in the breeze
Bending low with a gentle ease
He is just a spark in the black
Praying for a way to get back
Tumbleweeds roll across the lane
Drinking deep from a drop of rain
He hums a tune of copper wire
Burning with a steady fire
Scent of ozone and old gasoline
The strangest flower ever seen
He watches as the headlights fade
Back into the indigo shade
Oh the Electric Bloom is bright
Burning gold through the velvet night
Calling out to the open road
Carrying a heavy load
Just a spark in the desert air
Waiting for a soul to care Electric Bloom
Electric Bloom
