She cuts blue glass at the corner booth
Salt wind rattles the window truth
Solder smoke curls round her wrist
Highway drone gets in her fist
Lead lines hold the breaking light
Coast road screams through the night
She builds a church from broken shore
Every shard sings something more
Tires sing on wet asphalt
Colors catch what can't be lost
Truckers blink at her steady hand
Copper foil wraps round the land
Kiln hums warm behind the din
She lets the noise come rushing in
Lead lines hold the breaking light
Coast road screams through the night
She builds a church from broken shore
Every shard sings something more
Tires sing on wet asphalt
Colors catch what can't be lost
Red glass bleeds like taillight glow
Green catches waves from down below
Yellow flares like warning signs
She stitches dark with fractured lines
Lead lines hold the breaking light
Coast road screams through the night
She builds a church from broken shore
Every shard sings something more
Tires sing on wet asphalt
Colors catch what can't be lost
Regulars bet on what she'll make
A saint a bird a hurricane
She smiles thin wipes flux away
The overpass has got its say
Rain hammers the metal ribs
She cuts a curve the current gives
No map no plan just instinct's pull
The glass remembers what the road makes full
Dawn paints the panel gold and rose
Engine roar to lullaby grows
She packs her tools in greased-up tin
The highway's hymn lives in her skin
Lead lines hold the breaking light
Coast road screams through the night
She builds a church from broken shore
Every shard sings something more
Tires sing on wet asphalt
Colors catch what can't be lost
Pedal steel fades on the final chord
Lead lines hum where the tires roared
