Taxi waits at the depot gate
Meter off running a bit late
Peeling paint on the brickwork red
Greenhouse blooms where the flowers spread
Last stop greenhouse steam on the glass
Watch the express train rolling past
Roots hold deep where the shadows cast
Tender moments built to last
Water cans kiss the morning leaves
Quiet hours the morning weaves
Train whistle blows a low refrain
Wash the dust off the window pane
Fares are few on a Tuesday noon
Radio plays a forgotten tune
See you there in your apron blue
World keeps turning but I stay true
Last stop greenhouse steam on the glass
Watch the express train rolling past
Roots hold deep where the shadows cast
Tender moments built to last
Steam rises up from the boiler room
Scent of jasmine sweet perfume
Two silent souls in the afternoon
Waiting for the night to bloom
Pruning shears make a gentle snap
Close the vent pull the thermal flap
Headlights sweep on the iron track
Promise me you will be riding back
Last stop greenhouse steam on the glass
Watch the express train rolling past
Roots hold deep where the shadows cast
Tender moments built to last
Last stop greenhouse built to last
Engine hums a lullaby
Greenhouse lights kiss the sky
