He stands by the vinyl seat
Dirt on his boots from the street
The coffee is black in the pot
The midnight air is too hot
He's a man of the greenhouse glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Waiting for the clock to spin
Where the lonely hours begin
He smells like the damp garden soil
The diner smells like frying oil
He leans on the chrome of the bar
Far away from his rusty car
He's a man of the greenhouse glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Waiting for the clock to spin
Where the lonely hours begin
His fingers are stained green and brown
The quietest man in this town
He stares at the salt and the shake
Wondering how much he can take
He's a man of the greenhouse glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Waiting for the clock to spin
Where the lonely hours begin
Three AM is a heavy weight
He arrived at the diner late
The waitress just nods with a stare
While the static fills up the air
Tear the plastic wrap away
Hold the winter ghosts at bay
Shatter every pane of light
Burn the center of the night
He leaves a dime on the tray
The dark sky turns a dusty gray
Back to the ferns and the seed
Giving the hungry roots a feed
He's a man of the greenhouse glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Waiting for the clock to spin
Where the lonely hours begin
Just the glass and grease
Just the glass and grease
(Final crashing chord)
