Track Insight / Lyrics
Salt crust on my knuckles still
Fresnel lens caught comet dust
I trimmed the wick at midnight bell
Now prune tomatoes in the rust
Your hands know hydroponic rows
Nutrient film, no soil to turn
You read the leaves like weather maps
Before the squall, you feel it burn
Glass harbor holds the green
Against the vacuum, cold and clean
Two keepers watch the fragile thing
Where starlight falls and roots take wing
I miss the foghorn's low lament
The gulls that rode the updraft steep
You miss the rain on poly-tarp
The mud clinging to your boots deep
Glass harbor holds the green
Against the vacuum, cold and clean
Two keepers watch the fragile thing
Where starlight falls and roots take wing
No lantern room to climb tonight
No beam to sweep the horizontal dark
Just LED panels, humming white
And seedlings pushing through the park
You pass me seedlings, dwarf and red
I show you knots for guy-lines taut
We trade the lexicon of trade
In dialect the stars forgot
Harvest comes in silver trays
No market dock, no crate to haul
We eat the salad, quiet, slow
The sweetest crop this side of Sol
Glass harbor holds the green
Against the vacuum, cold and clean
Two keepers watch the fragile thing
Where starlight falls and roots take wing
Glass harbor holds the green
Against the vacuum, cold and clean
Two keepers watch the fragile thing
Where starlight falls and roots take wing
Where starlight falls and roots take wing
Piano fades like phosphor glow
Last note hangs, then lets it go
