You cut blue cobalt for the morning tide
Your knife scores deep in the lead came line
The forecourt shakes when the diesel rigs ride
But your panes hold firm like a lighthouse shine
Lead and light in the crossroads night
Solder burns but the colors hold tight
Every saint in a gas station frame
Glows beyond the rust and the rain
Your fingers know the curve of the wave
You folded foil round the lantern glass
Now flux and fire on the concrete slab
Each joint you braze lets the neon pass
Lead and light in the crossroads night
Solder burns but the colors hold tight
Every saint in a gas station frame
Glows beyond the rust and the rain
The attendant sleeps in his vinyl booth
Radio crackles a reel tune low
You set a ruby for the trucker's truth
Crimson bleeds where the headlights glow
Lead and light in the crossroads night
Solder burns but the colors hold tight
Every saint in a gas station frame
Glows beyond the rust and the rain
Storm rolled in off the Dogger Bank
Salt ate the lens of the old North Light
You brought the glow from the keeper's craft
Now neon saints burn through the night
Dawn cracks the sky over pump and sign
Your ladder folds in the truck bed clean
The glass stays lit when you draw the line
Lead and light in the gasoline
Lead and light in the crossroads night
Solder burns but the colors hold tight
Every saint in a gas station frame
Glows beyond the rust and the rain
Your hammer rests on the toolbox lid
The tide turns green in the glass you made
